Chapter 680

Xu Jingming's calm and powerful voice echoed across the entire area, causing the surrounding seventh-rank masters to pause in surprise.

Immediately followed by a wave of scornful laughter.

"Who do you think you are? You say you want it all—did you even ask for our consent?"

"Exactly, you're just a high-level seventh-rank master. Those who don't know might think you're an eighth-rank grand master."

"You look over thirty—how can you still be this naive?"

"......"

There were fifteen people present; besides Leng Yuechan, all others were seventh-rank masters.

Nine of them were high-level seventh-rank masters, and four were even at the peak of seventh rank!

The reason no one moved, and instead proposed dividing the divine blood equally, was that none of them were confident enough to suppress the entire group.

Yet now, none of the peak seventh-rank masters have spoken—yet you, a mere high-level seventh-rank master, step forward? Who else would we mock?

"What's going on with Yan Di?"

Brady, the eight-star master from the Degaka Warband who had previously invited Xu Jingming, frowned.

"Brady, isn't he your Degaka Warband's eight-star master? How could he act so recklessly?"

A nearby seventh-rank master who had never joined the Degaka Warband asked in confusion.

An adept certified as an eight-star master by the Degaka Warband possessed immense strength.

Moreover, according to Brady, this man had participated in at least four or five major battles and bore a nickname.

Logically, he should have had sufficient judgment of the current situation.

It was impossible for him to now stand against everyone—that would be an utterly foolish act.

"Who knows?" Brady shrugged helplessly; he had no intention of helping.

After all, Xu Jingming had just refused him—he certainly wouldn't go crawling back for rejection.

"What's going on with this guy?" Leng Yuexi's delicate face was equally puzzled.

Based on her observations of him during their last battle, he was clearly a ruthless fighter with a sharp combat style—how could he be this stupid?

"Are you certain you truly intend to monopolize all this divine blood?"

A tall, slender seventh-rank peak master, his ability activated with a sharp horn growing from his head, sneered:

"If that's the case, we could eliminate you first—then one less person to divide among. What do you all say?"

As he spoke, the seventh-rank masters around him all revealed hostile expressions.

Fewer competitors meant more divine blood to share—and his space ring too. Why not?

"On what grounds?"

Facing their accusations, Xu Jingming raised his sword-like brows, and his entire body suddenly surged upward!

Simultaneously, the golden flames swirling around his body rapidly transformed into lightning!!

In less than a second, the figure wreathed in flame was utterly transformed!

In its place stood a towering figure resembling a demonic god!

He stood over three meters tall, with shoulders and back wider than a double-door refrigerator.

A pair of violent, draconic vertical pupils, and muscles so massive they seemed ready to burst his battle suit!

If it were merely a change in physique, the enhancement-type adepts present could all achieve it.

But what shocked everyone most was:

The flames surrounding the man vanished, replaced by boundless golden lightning radiating a furious, chaotic aura!

"What... is this?! How can someone possess both lightning and fire abilities simultaneously?"

Some seventh-rank masters felt their worldview shattered.

Especially Brady, also from the Degaka Warband, who stared in utter disbelief.

Zhou Xuan—the one known as "Yan Di"—was actually a lightning-type adept!

Who could have guessed that?

"This aura... could it be...?"

Leng Yuexi's beautiful almond eyes fixed on the towering, godlike figure.

As the woman who had lived alongside Xu Jingming in the wilderness for nearly a month, she would never forget this brilliant, dazzling golden lightning.

"Sister, this looks like Xu Jingming's SS-rank ability—Doushen Thunder!"

Her younger sister, Leng Yuechan, though slower to react, also recognized it, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Yes, it must be him."

Leng Yuexi's lips curled slightly, "This junior, he concealed both his identity and appearance to enter the wilderness."

"But this lightning—still the same, as sacred and domineering as ever..."

CLANG!!

A halberd three and a half meters long slammed into the ground with a deafening roar.

Simultaneously, a brilliant golden ring slowly hovered behind Xu Jingming, the one all eyes were fixed upon.

The golden lightning flashing and leaping within the rotating ring carried an aura of terrifying danger.

"This is my confidence!"

A commanding, powerful voice rang out as Xu Jingming's aura surged to its peak.

Surrounded by golden lightning, he gazed down upon them all with his crimson, bestial draconic pupils.

His words brimmed with boundless arrogance!

The halberd granted him a formidable close-combat weapon.

The Extreme Radiance Lightning Ring granted him fivefold ability endurance.

Thunderstorm Form multiplied his strength by seven or eight times over.

Xu Jingming—Complete Form!

At this moment, his body overflowed with power.

As wild lightning crackled around him, he felt that only he could sweep all the strong ones here off their feet.

"This ability, this form—I feel like I've seen it somewhere before?"

One seventh-rank master frowned in confusion; a nearby hothead immediately snapped:

"Of course it's familiar! That's Xu Jingming's battle form from the Talent Competition!"

"Damn! Xu Jingming? Isn't he training at the Mocheng Thunder Martial Hall? How is he here?"

"No way? Zhou Xuan has fought in multiple frontline battles with us—could this just be a similar ability form?"

"......"

Murmurs of shock and confusion rose around them.

Yet at that moment, the towering figure under everyone's gaze shifted his facial muscles.

From a thirty-something strong man, he transformed into a youth barely twenty years old.

And that face—was none other than Xu Jingming, whose name had shaken the entire world just months ago.

"Xu Jingming?! It really is him?!"

Some seventh-rank masters nearly burst their eyes open, overwhelmed by a crushing sense of absurdity.

The average age of the seventh-rank masters present was at least thirty-five.

Yet now, a twenty-year-old—no, a twenty-year-old—had suddenly appeared among peers of equal combat strength. This defied all logic.

It was like a fourth- or fifth-grade elementary student suddenly appearing in a university class full of adults.

It was a dimensional strike—completely not on the same level.