The stronger Jiang Ping An became, the greater the blow to the morale of the Wildsea Royal Clan.
The many beings of the Wildsea Royal Clan could already imagine what a devastating blow it would be to their own gods of the same realm if Jiang Ping An appeared on the battlefield where the two armies faced off.
By then, gods of the same realm as Jiang Ping An would likely lose even the courage to step onto the battlefield.
If they grew fearful before the battle even began, how could this war continue?
On the battlefield, confidence was more important than divine weapons and sharp artifacts. Once it was lost, the battle was already half lost.
The Wildsea Royal Clan beings in the tavern fell silent. They drank soundlessly, pressure hanging over every Wildsea Royal Clan warrior's heart like storm clouds.
At that moment, a young voice carrying a trace of drunkenness and brimming with arrogance drifted out, shattering the oppressive atmosphere in the surrounding area.
"Heh heh, it's only Jiang Ping An. What's there to fear? Once This Young Master grows stronger, I'll surely kill him!"
As the words fell, a cup slammed heavily against the tabletop with a crisp crack.
Outside the private room, the many Wildsea Royal Clan beings drowning their sorrows in drink all turned in unison toward it.
"Who's so arrogant? How dare he say something so outrageous?"
"The consequences of underestimating the enemy are severe. That bastard Jiang Ping An may be a scoundrel, but his strength absolutely cannot be underestimated. That has been proven with the blood of so many of our kin!"
"Idiot. If Jiang Ping An were really so easy to deal with, the mighty figures of the royal clan would have wiped him out long ago. Would it be