So many people—just looking at them made your eyes hurt. If they really clashed with that crowd, without going on a killing spree, it would be very hard to get away.
The Bald Monk came back up to the ground, the irritability in his eyes impossible to suppress.
Tens of thousands of refugees— in the Young Prince and his subordinates' eyes, they were a huge headache, but in the eyes of top experts like the Azure Dragon and the Bald Monk, they were nothing more than slightly larger ants.
If they wanted to flatten their way through, it'd be easy as pie; but the karmic backlash from mowing them down would be enough to directly ruin their path of cultivation.
Being able to fight but not allowed to lift a hand—if that's not irritating, what is.
The Azure Dragon clearly understood the Bald Monk's mood at the moment. He was annoyed too, but not to the point of taking it out on the people who'd gone ahead to scout.
