"We apologize, Great Forest King!" one of the guards said in a trembling voice. His face was as pale as freshly fallen snow, his eyes widened in terror, filled with unspilled tears, and his lips quivered as he spoke.
"Listen to my words!" Yan Xiaobao's voice carried an unnatural resonance, and using his Earth affinity, he caused the ground to tremble the moment the words left his lips. This left the guards in a state of disarray, their minds swirling and their eyes spinning.
"Return to your City Lord," the words were practically spat out—the shadowy figure clearly held no respect for the noble lord they served. "Tell him that I, the Forest King, have returned to my humble abode. If he or his men dare to venture into my forest, I will not hesitate to kill!"
Yan Xiaobao wrinkled his nose at the growing stench emanating from the guards. There was no doubt that the fear spreading among them was enough to ensure they never dared to return to the forest depths again. "Now SCRAM!"
