Chapter 271: Ten Thousand Thunder Grass, a Massive Haul!

Stefan Zimmerman's expression stayed flat, as if he were mentioning something trivial. The Thunder Hammer had already acknowledged him as its master. How could anyone else succeed by smearing blood on it and trying to claim it? Not only would they fail, the hammer would take it as sacrilege. If it did not smash them to death on the spot, it would already be thanks to their ancestors burning enough incense in their graves. The moment the crowd heard him, they exchanged looks, faces tightening. Who...