"Do you know the consequences of doing this? If you dare to harm the Dragon Horse, you will surely bring about a deadly disaster! This is not something a mere small Lord like you can withstand," the people on the ground, their bravado masking their weakness, threatened nervously.
"Oh, I'm so scared," Ye Fan said as he walked forward. The crops reached his knees, all just young seedlings—a lush green expanse. Even before maturity, a large patch had been trampled, all of it the villagers' hard work. No wonder even the elders were anxious.
"What... what do you want to do?"
BAM.
Ye Fan kicked out, sending one person flying tens of meters like a sandbag. He landed outside the field, followed by a scream like a slaughtered pig.
"ARGH..."
"Treating us like this, you're asking for big trouble! You'll meet a bad end!"
"Really noisy." Ye Fan glanced at the person he had kicked to the roadside, then continued to stroll through the field, approaching the others.
