"You should know what kind of power a transcendent's disciple possesses..."
The meatball-like chubby player was terrified, but he couldn't lose to others verbally.
The three players beside him nodded in unison.
"As a level 17 barbarian, Guild Master Panen's battle power was already heaven-defying, and had an even stronger mentor.
Richard glanced at the side with a half-smile.
Then, he looked at the players.
His tone was casual.
"That disciple of a transcendent… What kind of existence is transcendent? Where is he?"
"So what if that transcendent barbarian is here? How would he interfere in this matter?"
These words made the meatball-like chubby player's companions feel embarrassed and angry.
"What kind of existence is transcendent?"
"He is a top-notch expert who could destroy a city."
The barbarians regarded the Heavy Shield Guild as their mightiest infinite protector.
