A Genius of Actual Combat

"Not good, not good!" Another cultivator shared Ban Ji's feelings.

He had concealed his appearance and identity, keeping an extremely low profile as he watched from the sidelines.

But now, he knew he could not remain seated any longer.

He took the initiative to walk to Ban Ji's side. "Young Master Ban Ji, let me assist you!"

He revealed his true appearance and deliberately raised his voice, drawing everyone's attention.

Ban Ji was surprised. Looking at the newcomer and recognizing an old acquaintance, he immediately snorted coldly. "Why are you?"

The newcomer was none other than the Rust Disaster Craftsman.

His entire body was shrouded in a dark-red iron robe. Beneath the robe, the outline of a metallic skeleton could vaguely be seen. Every movement he made produced dull sounds of metal grinding together, and flakes of rust occasionally fell from him with soft rustling sounds.

The Rust Disaster Craftsman sent a Divine Sense Transmission, utterly blunt. "Hmph! If Ban Jie had not paid heavily to invite me to secretly help you, did you think I would have come? To look at that sour face of yours?"

The Rust Disaster Craftsman had previously accepted Ban Ji's generous payment and planned to deal with Ning Zhuo. Yet Ning Zhuo's high-profile actions had made him realize the latter's strength. Coupled with Lady Silken Web's disappearance, the Rust Disaster Craftsman decisively joined the other two in finding Ban Ji, forcibly returning the money and withdrawing from the matter.

Naturally, Ban Ji had no pleasant expression for the Rust Disaster Craftsman.

Yet the Rust Disaster Craftsman continued their Divine Sense Transmission. "Do you think I wanted to step forward and prop up your dignity in public? Temper that attitude of yours. Do you still think you are in the Ban Family?"

"If this keeps