Jiang Ping An was not like those hot-blooded youths. He rarely took risks in matters he was not confident about, unless there were enormous benefits involved.
Although killing pirates could also yield benefits, the gains were not particularly great.
He would first assess the battlefield and learn the strength of the Sea Spirit Hall pirates, especially the Profound Immortal Realm pirates at the same cultivation level as himself.
If the pirates were especially strong, he would never go up there to throw his life away.
Jiang Ping An's purple-gold eyes pierced through the void as he gazed toward the battlefield, observing the pirates' strength.
Others might not know it, but most of the Sea Spirit Hall's pirates were actually Evil Demons.
These Evil Demons possessed extremely powerful parasitic abilities. Once parasitized, it was difficult to break free.
At the center of the battlefield, fierce winds howled, blades flashed and swords cast shadows, and all kinds of immortal arts bloomed.
Those Kunpeng Island prodigies entered the battlefield and, relying on their powerful immortal arts and magic treasures, slew several pirates in quick succession.
Seeing how weak these pirates were, the trace of worry in their hearts vanished.
"A bunch of trash! With this level of strength, you dare provoke Kunpeng Island?"
"Let's have a contest and see who kills the most."
"Then I'll definitely win!"
The youths began competing to see who could kill more pirates.
Lan Shi'er, who was killing people for the first time, felt somewhat unwell and wanted to vomit. Fortunately, she had killed many ferocious beasts before and was already accustomed to the smell of blood, so it did not affect her state.
Seeing the others getting carried away with fervor, Lan Shi'er reminded them, "Don't be impulsive. Jiang Ping An told me before that in this