Chapter 818: I

All three had awakened their abilities, their auras radiating, all at Eighth Stage Mid-Level.

Two of them were from the EU, the remaining one from Daya.

"Brother Wang?" Xu Jingming looked at the only Daya native among the three, surprised.

Wang Zhan, Eighth Stage Mid-Level Grand Master, whom he had met and befriended at a banquet a few days ago.

"You?" Wang Zhan asked, puzzled, hearing the familiar Daya tongue.

"It's me, Xu Jingming." Xu Jingming smiled, retracting the head coverage of his Yuanjia, revealing his true face.

"Xu Jingming?!"

Wang Zhan froze, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

When Xu Jingming first arrived, he had sensed the aura of a Seventh Stage Upper-Level cultivator.

He had assumed this was one of the hundred-plus other nations' Grand Masters—but it turned out to be Xu Jingming!

In his mind, Xu Jingming's level had still been Seventh Stage Lower-Level!

"Is this the talent of Blue Star's number one prodigy? Too monstrous."

Wang Zhan silently marveled; the two EU members nearby also relaxed slightly:

"Since you're from Daya, join us. The allocation ratio remains as before."

"Allocation ratio?" Xu Jingming frowned, looking at the two EU members.

"They discovered this Hundred Blossom Valley first; I just arrived.

We can harvest one-quarter of this valley's area; they take three-quarters."

Wang Zhan explained with a smile.

In truth, he couldn't possibly handle both EU members combined—he could only flee.

But to avoid drawing unwanted attention and attracting other strong cultivators,

they had chosen to cede part of the area, just to quickly gather the rare flowers and herbs here.

"One-quarter? That's too little."

Xu Jingming raised his sword-like brows, smiling broadly at the two EU members:

"How about this? This Hundred Blossom Valley is ours.

Hand over all the rare flowers and herbs you've already gathered, and I'll let you leave."

As soon as he spoke, the two EU Eighth Stage cultivators instantly changed expression, growling in Daya:

"Xu Jingming! Don't push your luck! In strength, you're inferior to either one of us!

Getting one-quarter is already our mercy!"

"Jingming, don't be reckless—right now, gathering the rare flowers and herbs is more..."

Wang Zhan was stunned—Xu Jingming had come straight out demanding to claim the entire valley.

He hurriedly tried to warn him, but before he finished, he felt a terrifying aura suddenly erupt beside him!

Sssssssss!

Brilliant golden lightning blazed forth, enveloping all four like a dome.

Xu Jingming's SS-rank Lightning ability, "Dutian Shenlei," Wang Zhan had long heard of.

But this was his first time seeing it in person.

The instant he saw Dutian Shenlei, his heart lurched—he instinctively sensed danger and fear!

"How is this possible? Even an Eighth Stage Upper-Level Elemental Master's ability never gave me this sense of peril!"

Wang Zhan was stunned.

He never imagined that Xu Jingming, at Seventh Stage Upper-Level, could produce such an effect after activating his ability.

Meanwhile, the two EU members clearly shared his shock, their faces filled with horror.

"I'll give you one last chance: hand over the rare flowers and herbs, then leave. Otherwise, I can't guarantee you'll walk out of this valley alive."

Xu Jingming's eyes, brimming with crimson-gold lightning, fixed on the two EU members.

Violent Dutian Shenlei already coiled around them.

The moment they showed any sign of resistance, the lightning would devour them instantly.

As Eighth Stage Mid-Level Grand Masters, these two EU members naturally carried their own pride.

Wang Zhan was certain they would attack—he had already prepared to act.

But though their expressions were grim, deep in their eyes burned suppressed fury,

they showed no intention to strike.

"What's going on? Are EU Grand Masters this cowardly?" Wang Zhan was dumbfounded.

But he quickly understood why.

Xu Jingming's aura radiated—even though not directed at him—yet it made him feel like facing a top-tier monstrous beast.

How much pressure must the two EU members, the direct targets, be enduring?

Wang Zhan glanced closely and indeed saw beads of sweat on their foreheads.

At the Eighth Stage Grand Master level, one rarely sweated unless in fierce combat.

The only explanation: these two EU members truly felt mortal danger.

It was their bodies' natural response.

"Just by aura alone, he's reached the level of a typical A-rank Eighth Stage Peak Grand Master?"

Wang Zhan marveled inwardly.

Faced with Xu Jingming's calm, unshakable gaze, the two EU members finally cracked:

"W-we yield. This Hundred Blossom Valley is yours."

"Good. A wise man knows when to yield. Hand me your space rings."

Xu Jingming nodded, satisfied.

As he retracted his aura, the two EU members exhaled in relief.

With complex expressions, they removed their space rings and handed them to Xu Jingming.

After imprinting his mark on them, Xu Jingming immediately sensed two inner spaces.

He transferred every item within both spaces into his own space ring.

"I'm returning your space rings. Who knows? We might meet again."

Xu Jingming grinned.

Space rings weren't worth much—better to return them.

Let them gather more rare flowers and herbs; next time they met, he could rob them again—perfect.

"At Seventh Stage Upper-Level, you've forced us to back down without fighting.

Xu Jingming, I admit you're formidable.

But the EU isn't without strength—don't let one of our people take you down."

Having reclaimed their space rings, the two EU members felt humiliated but dared not attack.

They could only hurl a threat and quickly turn away, retreating in disgrace.

"Brother Wang, this Hundred Blossom Valley is ours now. Let's start gathering the rare flowers and herbs."

Xu Jingming smiled.

"Alright. After we finish, I'll give it all to you."

Wang Zhan nodded, his tone subtly tinged with respect.

Just by aura, he had driven off two Eighth Stage Mid-Level Grand Masters—Xu Jingming's true combat power must be even higher than he imagined!

Likely reaching A-rank Eighth Stage Peak Grand Master level.

Facing such a powerhouse, he dared not show the slightest disrespect.

"Good." Xu Jingming smiled, accepting without refusal.

The quantity of rare flowers and herbs directly affected the Thunder Martial Hall's ranking—he had no intention of sharing this valley with anyone else.