"So strong!"
Everyone watched as Xia Ping killed five or six Fishman Grandmasters in an instant. They were all dumbstruck. Those were Fishman Grandmasters, not some common salted fish.
Yet the young man had slaughtered them as casually as chopping vegetables, without breaking a sweat. His strength was simply terrifying.
Although Xia Ping was famous on the Yunxiao Continent, he was still a nobody in the Endless Sea. Hardly anyone had heard of him, so it was perfectly normal not to recognize him.
After all, there were far too many powerful people in the Endless Sea. Grandmasters were everywhere.
"He's getting more and more monstrous."
Jiang Yaru was speechless. She had thought that if she trained under her master, she would quickly surpass this scoundrel, then beat him at will and get her revenge.
Who could have guessed that this guy's progress would defy all reason? He had already advanced to Grandmaster and could contend with the older generation. Among young people, there was practically no one who could match him.
The gap in strength left her feeling a little dejected.
"This is our chance—a golden opportunity!"
"The Fishman Grandmasters are dead. They don't have any top-tier fighters left!"
"Wipe them out! Kill them now and avenge our dead!"
Some quick-witted martial artists hadn't been left dumbstruck. They immediately realized this was a golden opportunity. The Fishman Grandmasters had been wiped out, while their human Grandmasters were still alive—the balance of power had instantly shifted.
The Fishman Pirates looked numerous, but apart from the Grandmasters, most were cannon fodder. Against human Grandmasters, they were no match at all.
Hearing this, the human martial artists were roused. Hatred showed in some of their eyes. The Fishman Pirates had just killed many of their family and friends.
They had thought there would