King Neptune, ruler of Dragon Palace, had been waiting for a long time. When he saw a procession dressed in incomparably luxurious attire, with an exceedingly dazzling ceremonial retinue, slowly enter Fishman Island's plaza, Neptune and his loyal ministers almost had the illusion that these were Celestial Dragons.
If Jinbe had not informed him beforehand and repeatedly stressed that this was an extremely serious matter concerning Fishman Island's very survival, Neptune would never have cooperated in staging this act. Nor would he have known that someone in this world could possess such an elegant, noble bearing—more aloof and exalted than even the world's great nobles, to the point where merely looking at him once felt like a desecration.
But when Neptune stepped forward and was about to offer some opening remarks, he suddenly heard what Uchiha Hiko said. His heart jolted, and he nearly dropped the scepter from his trembling hand.
What did he mean by telling them to attack without holding back? Could there really be a world-destroying spectacle?
Although Jinbe had repeatedly warned him that a large-scale battle involving tens of thousands would break out, King Neptune had not truly taken it to heart. In his view, no matter how many dangers Fishman Island concealed, how could a hundred thousand people possibly be hiding there without him noticing?
Yet Hiko's supremely confident expression left Neptune increasingly uneasy.
"When the time comes, it'll depend on you," Luo, clad in golden armor, said from the side. "A hundred thousand people isn't a small number. I can't handle that anyway. If things really get out of hand, we can always surrender!"
The moment Neptune heard that, his heart trembled again. Who was this fellow? How could he say something so spineless? If a battle of that scale truly broke out, would