"What a load of crap! Wipe that grin off your face!"
The guard captain was having none of it and cursed loudly, "Stranger, leave immediately! Do not take a single step within ten meters of the Storm Caravan, or you will die without a doubt. Do you understand?!"
Quite a few guards raised their longbows at Xia Ping, murderous intent surging around them.
"I mean no harm. I only want to ask you about something. Once I have my answer, I may leave."
Xia Ping spread his hands, indicating that he bore no ill will.
"Scram! Scram right now, and don't stop running!"
"Stranger, there's nothing we can tell you. We don't have that kind of spare time."
"You have three breaths to leave. Otherwise, we will attack at once. Dead or alive, it makes no difference."
The guards shouted one after another, their attitudes utterly atrocious and their eyes flashing with ferocity. They had no interest in hearing a single word Xia Ping said, much less answering any questions.
Before they had even finished speaking, Xia Ping suddenly stepped forward and stomped the ground. Terrifying power coursed out from his body, as though a Divine Elephant had emerged from the mountains.
Boom!
The force of that stomp was like hundreds of millions of tons of explosives detonating at once. Cracks burst forth with sharp snaps, and a horrific fissure instantly appeared, stretching for dozens of kilometers and nearly splitting the land in two.
An earthquake of magnitude seven or eight rippled through several hundred kilometers. The people of the Storm Caravan were scared half to death, collapsing and scrambling on the ground, while the horses desperately tried to break free of their reins and flee in every direction.
Those arrogant guards were even more terrified, their faces drained of