As the words fell, the wooden barrel exploded with a bang, and flames roared to life, instantly igniting the house...
Wang Mi's pupils constricted as he looked at Liu Cong, "You had prepared tung oil long ago, you intended to burn down Luoyang from the start!"
"That's right. Originally, Zhao Hanzhang left me a way out, and to avoid her blocking me in the western suburbs, I hesitated about starting this fire. But since you won't let me live, then no one else should think of living either!"
Wang Mi couldn't help but curse, "Ignorant little slave, how could you possess the heart of an emperor, dreaming of unifying the world, delusional!"
Along the street, several shops and houses had been doused in oil by Liu Cong, and firewood had been placed in some areas. As soon as the sparks flew, they instantly ignited, with the fires connecting one to another, turning everything in front of them into a sea of flames.
