Hearing this news, Xu Biao’s face showed a serious expression, but it was quickly replaced by laughter. The older man laughed so heartily that he ended up wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Of course," he said while laughing, "you forgot one thing," Xu Biao continued, still laughing as golden energy erupted from his body, summoning a protective barrier around him. "I might not accept the mission, but do you really believe they would hand over my entire branch to the Mercenary Guild? Can’t I handle ordinary King-level experts?"
An air of arrogance surrounded him, and as he sneered at the man before him, Xu Biao’s face took on a haughty expression.
Seeing the arrogance on Xu Biao’s face, the man with the hammer also burst into loud laughter and then lifted the nail head hammer above his head. As Meis was raised, thunderous cheers erupted for their leader.
Hearing the cheers, everyone should have felt alarmed, but Xu Biao’s face showed none of that emotion. Instead, there was a trace of awkwardness visible.
"Do you take me for a fool who would fall so easily for something as simple as an illusionary trick?" he sighed while scratching his head. "And as if that wasn’t enough, who would’ve thought I had to be rescued by someone? Not even a King Ranking Expert. Just a lowly Master-ranking guy saving me and my subordinates. Do you realize how embarrassing that is?"
Hearing Xu Biao’s words, the man with the Wolf Fang Club looked at him perplexed, as if he didn’t recognize the man standing before him. The golden radiance spilling from Xu Biao was breathtakingly domineering. While the man with the nail head hammer was a formidable King-level expert, he was far from the pinnacle of the King-level like Xu Biao was.
"Xie Lan, stand aside and ensure Yan Xiaobao remains unharmed," Xu Biao suddenly shouted an order. The woman accompanying him nodded, stepping next to Yan Xiaobao as golden light shimmered from her hands, enveloping her body in an ethereal aura that accentuated her striking beauty.
"Deng Wu, take care of all the small fries with Sha Yun. Wang Julong, assist anyone who needs it. I’ll handle this one myself."
As Xu Biao issued these commands, a mix of emotions appeared on the faces of Yan Xiaobao’s companions, but after a few seconds of contemplation, all of them nodded in agreement. This was their best course of action.
The cultivators Xu Biao had referred to as "small fries," whether Master-ranked or lower, prompted Deng Wu to flash a wry smile. With a glance back, Deng Wu noticed Yan Xiaobao entering meditation, sitting beside Xie Lan. His face was entirely blank, fully focused on his meditation.
Seeing this, Deng Wu let out a faint humph but felt a deep sense of relief. Yan Xiaobao had truly pushed himself to his limits, forcing his body to persevere until he had safely led them out of the illusion. Letting him sit down to meditate was something they all felt he had earned.
The golden light surrounding Xu Biao had been surging for a while, and as the Guild Master raised his arm, the golden energy around him coalesced into the shape of a massive golden arm, extending his power into a tangible martial force.
In combat, martial power was the most formidable energy. Wu Wei was an energy capable of forming anything from within. Unlike Martial Arts Skills, it didn’t require practitioners to learn specific techniques or activate Qi in predefined patterns within their meridians.
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