In front of the palace stood a large group of Merfolk race men.
These Merfolk race men varied greatly in strength. Those on the outer edges were all experts of the Demigod Stage, while the stronger ones had reached the True God Stage.
Inside the undersea palace, the strength was even more formidable. Some Merfolk men had already attained the Enlightenment Stage, and there were more than just one or two of them—their numbers exceeded those Enlightenment Stage experts from the Merfolk patrol main force.
Yang Chen could now see it clearly.
The Merfolk race had an uneven distribution of combat power. Merfolk women seemed naturally unable to cultivate, while Merfolk men were different. Not only could they cultivate, but their combat power was astonishingly strong.
Although he had easily suppressed those Merfolk race men earlier, that was only because he was at the Enlightenment Stage.
Even as he suppressed them, he could sense how formidable the Merfolk race's strength was.
However, these Merfolk race men seem to have cultivated their divine sense rather poorly. They are completely different from Merfolk women in that regard. It seems the men and women of the Merfolk race each have their own strengths and weaknesses. Yang Chen pondered inwardly.
"Young Master Yang, please." Ye Lan remained as respectful as ever toward Yang Chen, smiling sweetly, afraid of displeasing him.
Yang Chen could now tell that the Merfolk race must have something to ask of him.
Now that they had entered the sea palace, quite a few members of the Merfolk race turned to look in Yang Chen's direction, their gazes filled with incomprehension.
Clearly, the fact that Yang Chen, a human, could come here left many of them baffled. If not for Ye Lan's respectful attitude toward him, they would have made a