Daring to Insult a Grandmaster?!

"Hm?"

Hearing the voice, Xia Ping looked over. A man in black fitted clothes was walking toward him. He was tall, standing at a meter ninety-five, with bulging muscles and a scar across his face.

He stood in place, radiating a violent aura. He was like a furious lion, and the people around him felt so pressured by his presence that they could barely approach.

At that moment, his eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Xia Ping with murderous intent.

"Who are you?" Xia Ping raised an eyebrow. He had never seen this man before, yet for some reason, the other seemed furious with him—and even harbored a trace of murderous intent.

"My name is Wang Dongcheng. I'm Wang Rulong's older brother."

The man in black stared hard at Xia Ping. "Let me ask you one thing. Wang Rulong and my uncle Wang Tong also went to Treasure Island. Did you see them?"

He knew that Wang Rulong and his uncle Wang Tong had both gone to Treasure Island on an adventure. They had even gone there to hunt down Xia Ping, so they couldn't possibly have avoided crossing paths with him.

But now Wang Rulong, Wang Tong, and a large number of the Wang Family's elite had all vanished. No news had come from Treasure Island at all, and the whole Wang Family was in an uproar.

After all, they were a large group of Wang Family grandmasters. If they had all perished on Treasure Island, it would be an unimaginable loss for the Wang Family.

He hadn't been able to contact Xia Ping before, so he couldn't find out what had happened to Wang Rulong and Wang Tong. Now that he finally had a chance to meet him here, he immediately came forward to ask.

"I see.