"They're dead? The Fishman Grandmaster is dead?!"
"No way! Who did it?"
"Could there be a Grandmaster-level expert hiding among us? Did they finally step in because they couldn't stand watching anymore?"
"Thank goodness! With a Grandmaster here, we won't die! We won't die!"
The moment they saw the Fishman Grandmaster fall, many people cheered, overjoyed.
The Fishman Grandmaster had been terrifyingly strong. That one Fishman alone had killed countless experts. If not for him, so many of them wouldn't have been killed or injured.
Now that he'd been killed, the pressure on them eased considerably.
What?!
Jiang Yaru had been about to use her trump card, but she was stunned. She watched as the Fishman Grandmaster's entire body exploded before her eyes, blood spraying everywhere as he died right in front of her.
She could hardly believe it. This was a Grandmaster, after all—a powerful figure wherever he went, the strongest beneath the kings.
In an army, he would be a general, commanding tens or even hundreds of thousands of subordinates.
Yet there wasn't a single Grandmaster aboard the ship who could match this Fishman Grandmaster. Otherwise, someone would have stepped in to stop him from rampaging and slaughtering innocents.
But now the Fishman Grandmaster had been killed. Who had done it?! Jiang Yaru looked around, searching for the expert who had slain him.
"Hmm? There!"
Jiang Yaru's pupils contracted. She spotted a figure in the distance, walking across the sea as if on solid ground.
He seemed to be moving slowly, yet in the blink of an eye he had crossed several hundred meters. After only a few breaths, this mysterious person had reached them.
"Xia Ping!"
When she got a clear look at the mysterious figure, Jiang Yaru couldn't help crying out. It was none other than