Seven people were besieging the three sisters from Heavenly Way Palace, forming a battle formation that greatly weakened their strength.
On the side, two more people watched the fight, looking completely relaxed.
"They're from Demonic Earth Palace!"
Travis Yuleman recognized the group attacking the three sisters at a glance, and briefly explained the feud between Heavenly Way Palace and Demonic Earth Palace to Ian Song.
Legend has it, Heavenly Way Palace and Demonic Earth Palace originally belonged to a single super-sect—Heavenly Demon Palace.
Later, for reasons unknown, they split into Heavenly Way Palace and Demonic Earth Palace.
Now, the two sects are bitter enemies—whenever they meet, they usually start fighting on sight.
"So that's how it is!"
Ian Song nodded, glancing at the two bystanders.
Just then—
Travis Yuleman suddenly made a move, slashing his saber at the two Demonic Earth Palace disciples.
Both men were early Tribulation cultivators.
But neither dared to take Travis's attack head-on; they dodged aside, and one shouted, "Travis Yuleman, this is a private grudge between Demonic Earth Palace and Heavenly Way Palace! Why are you interfering?"
"Like I care about your feud. This is a robbery—hand over all your Deathblossoms!" Travis snapped coldly.
The two men were stunned by his words.
"Travis, please wait! We'll give you fifty Deathblossoms!"
"What do you take me for, a beggar? Hand over your Masterwork Storage Rings or die!"
As he spoke, Travis's attacks grew even fiercer, forcing the two to fight back out of desperation.
Unfortunately, while they were only one minor realm below Travis, their combat power was worlds apart. After barely a dozen exchanges, Travis sent them flying.
"Pathetic! You dare resist with skills like that? Hand over your rings now, or I'll gladly kill you!"
Travis Yuleman snarled viciously, "Hand it over now, or else."
The two Demonic Earth Palace disciples knew Travis's reputation—overbearing and unreasonable. If they refused, he wouldn't kill them, but he'd definitely make them suffer.
So, they had no choice but to hand over their Masterwork Storage Rings.
Travis took the Deathblossoms inside, then tossed the empty rings back to them without a second thought.
Then, with zero warning—
He suddenly struck at the seven Demonic Earth Palace disciples who were besieging the Heavenly Way Palace sisters.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The seven were only a bit stronger than the three sisters; Travis's sneak attack instantly shattered their formation. Three were sent flying by him, while the remaining four were blasted aside by the Heavenly Way Palace trio.
"Come on, hand over your rings!" Travis grinned, waving at the seven.
Travis flashed a wide, toothy grin at the group.
"Just give them to him!" urged the two previously robbed Demonic Earth Palace disciples.
The seven could only surrender their Masterwork Storage Rings, letting Travis strip out all the Deathblossoms.
"Young Master Travis, thank you for your help!" Yvette Yan called out gratefully.
Yvette Yan offered heartfelt thanks to Travis.
"No need for words. Just hand over all your Deathblossoms and we'll call it even!" Travis said, grinning cheerfully.
Travis beamed at them, looking all too pleased with himself.
"...You—!" Yara Qin, who'd just started to think better of Travis, was instantly speechless with anger.
Yara Qin's opinion of Travis crashed in an instant; she was so mad she couldn't speak.
"Don't make me get violent. You three aren't even close to my level!" Travis warned, his smile turning threatening.
He stared them down, making it clear he wasn't bluffing.
Travis Yuleman said with utter disdain.
"Fine, we'll hand them over!" Yvette Yan gritted her teeth.
Yara Qin bit her lip, visibly upset.
After taking the Deathblossoms from the three women, Travis Yuleman tossed their Masterwork Storage Rings back to them, then turned to Ian Song: "Brother Ian, today's haul is solid—over fifteen hundred flowers! Let's split it fifty-fifty!"
Watching the two men divide the loot, Yara Qin ground her teeth in fury, secretly cursing: These two jerks are bound to get what's coming to them.
Another two days passed.
After robbing dozens more people, Ian Song and Travis Yuleman each broke six thousand Deathblossoms.
By now, they weren't even bothering to search for natural Deathblossoms. Instead, they hunted down anyone else looking for them—robbing people was way faster than picking flowers themselves.
After half a day, the two had grabbed over a thousand more, pushing their totals past seven thousand each.
"Hey, isn't that the Heavenly Way Palace trio again? Ha! Fate really wants us to rob them twice!"
With a flash, Travis Yuleman blocked the three sisters: "Hey! Hand over your Masterwork Storage Rings!"
"Why is it you again?!" Yara Qin was practically in tears.
She was on the verge of crying.
Yvette Yan was just as miserable.
They'd done everything to avoid these two jerks, but still ran into them.
"Young Master Travis, we've had terrible luck the past two days—we haven't found any new Deathblossoms!" Yvette Yan said through clenched teeth.
Yara Qin bit her lip, her voice trembling.
"Heh, you think I'd believe that?" Travis Yuleman sneered.
"Enough, Travis. We've already robbed them once, let's let them off this time!" Ian Song suddenly spoke up.
Travis Yuleman blinked in surprise.