"Has this kid gone crazy? He actually dared to go out alone?! Is he trying to throw his life away?" Zhang Dong recognized at once that the one speaking was Xia Ping.
He was utterly stunned. That was the Swordfish King—a mighty figure at the Demon King level.
Hadn't that bastard seen what had just happened? Even Wu Baibian, the lord of Lingwu Island and a fellow King Realm expert, had been reduced to such a miserable state—beaten half to death and left sprawled on the ground, unable to move.
For anyone else to contend against the Swordfish King was simply impossible. They would only be going to their deaths.
"Could he be planning to sacrifice his own life in exchange for the safety of the entire island?" Zhang Dong reconsidered, feeling that perhaps the kid had finally found his conscience and intended to use his life to soothe the Swordfish King's wrath.
If that was the case, then the kid had at least a shred of conscience.
"Impossible."
Elder Xu shook his head. "Even if he goes out there to die, it will be meaningless. This is no longer something that can be resolved by one man's death. With the Swordfish King making such a grand display, this matter will not end just because he kills one person."
"Unless he slaughters every human on this island and kills a chicken to scare the monkeys, how could he possibly let this go?"
With his many years of life experience, he saw at a glance that the Swordfish King had come to demand an accounting not merely to avenge his son, but also to establish his authority before humanity.
Even if Xia Ping were killed, it would not stop the Swordfish King from massacring the island.
"How could this be?!"
Zhang