Feng Yexuan was never someone adept at explanations.
Despite years of battlefield experience, this was his first time confronting villagers in such a manner.
Not being able to fight back felt as though all his abilities had been completely shackled.
"Don't kill my father! You bad people, you're all bad people!"
Suddenly, a child picked up something and hurled it toward Feng Yexuan with all his might.
Feng Yexuan's slender fingers twitched slightly.
Xi Jiu panicked, "Prince! He's just a child!"
Feng Yexuan's fingers retreated.
Indeed, just a child.
Just now, he had instinctively acted to defend himself, but his inner strength was too overpowering. If he had blocked the stone, it might have hurt the innocent.
With a sharp "pa," the stone struck Feng Yexuan's forehead.
The Protective Gang Qi he had released dissipated, and a wound instantly appeared at the corner of the War God's forehead, blood gushing out freely.
"Prince!" Xi Jiu and Leng Ji rushed over.
