The True Worth of the Ten Great Experts

Apart from Zhou Chen, the orthodox cultivators present, including Su Qianqian and Chong Yi, smiled and cupped their hands in greeting when he looked their way.

Then Ding Mu spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen, our Wanxuan soldiers fought bloody battles for two hundred years and lost hundreds of thousands of lives before we secured actual control of these waters. Every inch of wave and foot of surf is now our territory; every reef and island belongs to Wanxuan. You came uninvited, trespassed across our borders, and spied on our treasures. This is not mere covetousness—it is invasion!"

"Here are my terms: leave immediately, and the past will be wiped clean. Wanxuan will pursue the matter no further. But anyone who stubbornly remains, regardless of your sect or the powers behind you, will be treated as an enemy invader!"

"Whether to stay or leave is your choice."

Had anyone else said this, someone would certainly have argued back. But when Ding Mu said it, no one uttered a word. No one left, either. Instead, everyone instinctively concealed their auras, intending to let others take the lead while they reaped the fisherman's profit.

Five seconds later, Kang Tai appeared from one side with the War Pavilion's Third Realm cultivators. Wei Chong followed beside him. Their arrival made quite a few people instinctively retreat into the darkness behind them.

"You have ten more seconds to consider."

Ding Mu spoke again, a chilling killing intent radiating from him. A plain longsword appeared in his hand, and the space around its blade continually collapsed and repaired itself.

Quite a few rogue cultivators who had only recently entered the Third Realm had come merely to join the excitement. They immediately turned into streaks of light and fled this trouble-ridden place.

Just as the ten seconds were about