Ban Rongchen glanced around.
Indeed.
There were several Martial Artists cleaning up the battlefield nearby. Even Su Qingfeng's son was milling about not far away.
Ban Rongchen knew of Su Yue.
In the Divine Land, this kid had defeated a peak Fifth-Grade in a head-on fight. And with Divine Soldiers in his possession, he was practically invincible below the Grandmaster level.
If Su Yue managed to kill Xueyang, he would die along with him.
But in this environment, it was obvious he couldn't make a move. With so many Ninth-Grade experts around, he would die whether he killed Su Yue or not.
Being a Guardian really was the shittiest job in the world.
"You're overthinking it. Forget a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist, even a peak Fifth-Grade couldn't touch the hem of my clothes!
"I can predict the movements of a Martial Artist of the same grade a full breath before they make them.
