In truth, less than a minute had passed since Wu Biao leaped into the air, but by the time he landed, two opponents with vice-captain-level strength had already been defeated!
Shock filled the woman's eyes. Her charging body abruptly halted, and she landed some distance away from Wu Biao. She had abandoned any thought of engaging this terrifying bald man in close combat. Without hesitation, she put away her twin blades and raised a crossbow!
This also made Yan Long, standing in the distance, frown. A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. Clearly, the performance of this lowborn man with no spiritual pressure had far exceeded his expectations!
What displeased him most, however, was the five pieces of trash under his command. Even if they had initially been nothing more than ordinary guards, they had struggled within the Dangai for a thousand years—yet they still could not handle a single person from Soul Society with no spiritual pressure!
Meanwhile, the purple-haired woman, the only one left in the field, unconsciously swallowed. Yan Long had not faced Wu Biao directly, so he had no idea what she was feeling!
At that moment, even standing so far from Wu Biao, the instant his gaze fell upon her, the purple-haired woman felt an incomparably terrifying pressure. She even had the urge to turn around and flee!
A comfortable smile rested on Wu Biao's face. It was a simple smile, one that even made him look somewhat honest and guileless! Yet the blazing battle intent in his eyes sent chills through the hearts of anyone who stood against him!
His instincts were roaring!
Battle!
Amid the roar in his mind, Wu Biao took a step forward!
Boom!
The dull sound was like the belated beat of a drum, and the purple-haired woman's heart