Li Ling was laughing heartily, but elsewhere, the people in charge of the local Merchant Association's Branch Headquarters had long since reached the point of wanting to cry without tears.
Wan Chengbo had brought a behemoth with him and used the opening of the auction to break into the Treasure Vault and plunder its treasures by force. He had practically pinned them to the ground and slapped them across the face.
Unfortunately, his cultivation was profound and his strength overwhelming. The Merchant Association had no way to stand against him.
The three Grand Elders who had arrived in time had wisely chosen to back down. They had not dared approach and forcibly stop him, leaving everyone else even more helpless.
Some who remained faithful to their duties could only turn their attacks upon the behemoth.
That would at least hinder his movements somewhat and buy time for their own Nascent Soul expert to arrive.
But in the end, that expert only came strolling in after Wan Chengbo had finished looting and taken all he wanted.
He was an elderly man in white robes, riding a cloud with the bearing of an immortal. From far away, he shouted, "Thief, stop right there!"
Laughing heartily, Wan Chengbo landed back atop the Sea-Tower Behemoth's head and drove it toward the shore.
"I won't be keeping you company. Farewell!"
The old man brought out a treasure seal to test his opponent, but Wan Chengbo blocked it with ease. He made no further attempt to engage him and watched him leave.
"Elder Han!"
Several Merchant Association cultivators who had fought earlier flew over, their faces filled with shame and a measure of apprehension, and bowed to him.
The Nascent Soul elder instructed them, "Enough talk for now. Helping the wounded, clearing the ruins, and restoring