Jiang Ping had thought he had shown enough arrogance and cold-bloodedness. Striking with such overwhelming force should have been enough to intimidate everyone around him.
Yet a group of people actually stepped forward.
"You really dared to strike? Do you know who that Golden Core you killed was? She was the Zuo Clan's granddaughter. You've landed yourself in serious trouble."
"Do you think reaching the Martial Saint level makes you so impressive? Take a look at where you are! You're so brazen you dare kill someone in the street. Aren't you afraid there'll be a Saint's Fall today?"
"Xifeng Island, a backwater in the middle of nowhere, actually produced a hothead who thinks he can look down on everyone just because he's become a Saint. This isn't your countryside, where you can throw your weight around as you please."
Dozens of people surrounded him and closed in, glaring, shouting, and cursing.
"Hmph! He thinks we're afraid of him, that he can throw his weight around after killing someone. Can't he see Captain Zuo is here? He caught us off guard just now, but I'd like to see if he can still strike!"
A handsome young man was deeply displeased to see someone acting so recklessly in Haiyue Island Main City. This was contempt for all of Haiyue Island.
He could not help stepping within ten feet of Jiang Ping and meeting his gaze.
"I'm standing right here. Let's see if you can kill this young master!"
The handsome young master looked at Jiang Ping, utterly fearless.
Not far away, Captain Zuo stood with his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. This seemed to be exactly the result he wanted.
He wanted a Martial Saint to wait on him hand and foot, but he also did