"Stop right there!
This is a restricted area of the Breeding Farm. Unauthorized persons are forbidden from entering!"
An angry shout rang out. A young disciple in white stood blocking the Breeding Farm's entrance, his brows drawn and eyes glaring. Arrogance filled his face, as though no one in the world could challenge him.
He folded his arms across his chest, his gaze sharp as a blade, seemingly promising severe punishment to anyone who dared defy his authority.
Faced with such a rude fellow, Ying Ming Hao and his group were naturally not about to back down.
Yun Qingyi, standing beside him, burned with fury. His slender brows shot up and his beautiful eyes widened as he charged straight toward the disciple and demanded mercilessly, "What an arrogant bastard!
This is clearly our Breeding Farm. Who the hell do you think you are, blocking us from entering?
You must be tired of living!"
Before he had even finished speaking, Yun Qingyi raised his delicate, jade-like hand, as graceful as a woman's, and slapped the disciple hard across the face.
A sharp smack rang out. The disciple reeled, dizzy and seeing stars, staggering several steps backward before barely regaining his footing.
The other disciples nearby paled in shock, but under Ying Ming Hao's death glare, none dared step forward to intervene, afraid they would become the next victim.
"Hmph! Useless trash who doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is!"
Yun Qingyi spat a thick glob of phlegm onto the ground in disdain, then gave the disciple a fierce shove, tossing him aside like a torn sack as he clutched his face and howled in pain.
In the blink of an eye, the blocked path opened up, leaving the way clear.
A cold smile curled