"Do you dare to kill the Crown Prince?"
At these words, the Daoist in front immediately showed a look of astonished shock.
Yu Wen Yuan, witnessing this situation, sneered coldly in his heart. These Han people are indeed timid; merely a word of killing and they become so alarmed.
On their grasslands, life-and-death struggles and battles over pastures and water sources are commonplace. Only the strongest can secure the richest pastures for their tribe and protect the most cattle and sheep.
Crown Prince? Taiji? In the eyes of real barbarians, there's nothing so sacred and inviolable. Killing a Taiji for the tribe today is like slaughtering a leader sheep to survive a harsh winter if necessary; they're all survival choices. Why make such a fuss?
