Xu Jingming's steady, powerful voice echoed throughout the area, causing the many Seventh-Order Grandmasters nearby to pause in surprise.
What followed was a wave of scornful mockery.
"Who do you think you are? You say you want it all, but have you asked for our opinion?"
"Exactly. You're just a Seventh-Order Upper Position Grandmaster. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were an Eighth-Order Grandmaster."
"You look like you're already in your thirties. Why are you still so naive?"
There were fifteen people present in total. Apart from Leng Yuechan, everyone else was a Seventh-Order Grandmaster.
Nine of them were at the Seventh-Order Upper Position, and there were even four at the Seventh-Order Peak!
The reason they had not started fighting and had instead suggested dividing the divine blood equally was that none of them was confident they could suppress everyone present.
Yet now, before any of the Seventh-Order Peak experts had spoken, a mere Seventh-Order Upper Position had stepped forward. If they did not mock him, who else would they mock?
"What's going on with Flame Emperor?"
Brady, the Eight-Star Grandmaster from the Dejaka Battle Group who had invited Xu Jingming earlier, frowned.
"Brady, is he really an Eight-Star Grandmaster from your Dejaka Battle Group? Why is he acting so impulsively?"
A Seventh-Order Grandmaster companion beside him, who had never joined the Dejaka Battle Group, could not help asking in confusion.
A Metahuman certified as an Eight-Star Grandmaster by the Dejaka Battle Group was extremely powerful.
Moreover, according to Brady, this was an Eight-Star Grandmaster who had experienced at least four or five large-scale battles and even possessed a nickname.
Logically, he should have had more than enough judgment to assess the current situation.
There was no way he should stand up now and make enemies of