Atop the sailboat, a slaughter was unfolding.
Qin Ya, long spear in hand, exuded a murderous aura, appearing like a god or a demon.
The deck was covered in bodies. Scarlet, glaring blood stained everything. Of the more than forty pirates, only a handful remained.
Despite the slaughter, Qin Ya's white robes remained spotless, his expression as indifferent as ever. Seeing this, Luoo Biao and the others were shaken to their core, a look of terror in their eyes.
"Young man, we are strangers. Why have you gone on this killing spree?"
Luoo Biao's tone was cold, but it held a faint hint of compromise.
He was afraid. This young man was simply too terrifying.
His strength had clearly not yet reached the Extraordinary Realm, yet his combat prowess was unusually strong. That unpredictable Spear Technique of his was enough to make one's heart pound in terror.
