Thousands of blades of pure Qi, reinforced by his Executor authority, swirled around him. With a single glance, he ordered a salvo of swords to descend on a phalanx of monsters trying to encircle Long Huang. The blades pierced the elemental torsos, severing the fire meridians with surgical precision. The creatures exploded one after another, their remains of liquid stone forming viscous puddles on the calcined pavement.
"Your authority is effective, but it lacks that flavor of despair that I love," remarked Long Huang as she crushed a guardian's jaw with her knee, leaving the fire tongue hanging over a gaping throat of Qi.
"Wisdom does not seek flavor, but result, my Queen," replied BaiShe as he adjusted his monocle.
