I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1468 - 1472: Do You Want to Die or Live?

In this plaza, a crowd of over ten thousand people was gathered, all kneeling on the ground, kowtowing like devout believers worshipping their deities.

Faced with this reverence, the beast-faced golden man seemed unfazed, as if such behavior was ordained by the heavens and the earth.

"Crack."

"Crack."

A crisp sound came from a corner of the plaza, immediately drawing the attention of those golden men.

"Hmm?" The golden man suddenly noticed a lone young man standing among the crowd, smugly standing still while snacking on sunflower seeds, the source of the odd sound.

The golden man's expression turned displeased at once. People from the lower world had always shown them utmost respect—when had they ever encountered someone so frivolous? Not only was he refusing to kneel, but he was also being outright disrespectful!

"What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome guy before?"

The golden man was momentarily stunned, seemingly trying to grasp the meaning of Zhang Menglong's words.

"Why aren't you kneeling?" the golden man questioned Zhang Menglong.

"??? What's with the black face emoji?" Zhang Menglong replied, "Who are you? Do I know you? Did I eat at your place? Utter nonsense! Why should I kneel?"

Whatever others did had nothing to do with Zhang Menglong, but asking him to kneel—no chance of that.

"You lowly creature, do you realize a deity stands before you now? How dare you speak to a god like that?"

"A god?" Zhang Menglong sneered, "You might not believe it, but I've beaten up several self-proclaimed gods like you before, even killed one. You 'gods' are nothing special."

"Despicable creature, you're too insolent; how dare you insult a god!" The golden man's face showed a trace of anger, and the immense power of a perfect being bore down upon Zhang Menglong.

The surrounding people lay flat on the ground, not daring to move. Indeed, the power of a deity was terrifying to this extent; even its aura alone was a thousand times stronger than the strongest life forms they had ever encountered.

If it were an ordinary main god, this aura could have even crushed him to death alive!

But for Zhang Menglong, who had killed Level Three perfect life forms, a mere Level Two perfect life form's pressure was trivial.

"Hmm?" The beast-faced golden man clearly did not expect Zhang Menglong to be so formidable. Under his pressure, Zhang Menglong showed no sign of strain, remaining calm.

The few people behind the beast-faced man wore similar expressions, as the gap between each level was enormous.

In their organization, they, the Level One perfect beings, were merely at the level of small leaders; some members only reached this life level. While a Level Two perfect being equated to nobility.

Even they, under this Level Two perfect being's aura, could not maintain such poise. At least, he possessed the strength of a Level One perfect life form, yet his life level was even less than a half-perfect life form, inferior to their slaves!

"Is this the power of deities? Nothing special!" Zhang Menglong mocked.

"You're not from the lower realm; are you from the Zlok civilization or the Xidaya civilization?"

"Kneel and kowtow to me twice, and I'll tell you, how about that?" Zhang Menglong replied flippantly, "Or, perform a rap-basketball dance, and I might consider telling you, and even give you an iKun certificate."

"Since you refuse to speak, then die!" When had the beast-faced man ever been subjected to such insult? Especially from an ant-like creature.

He raised his hand toward Zhang Menglong, a fist formed from destructive energy barreling at Zhang Menglong.

At this point, Zhang Menglong had lost the buff from the Murderous Sword, and even with all his martial arts cheats combined, there was still somewhat of a gap compared to this Level Two perfect life form.

"Power Stone!"

A purple light emitted from Zhang Menglong's palm; unnoticed, his palm was clasping a purple gemstone.

"Can you withstand a punch with twenty years' worth of power?"

Zhang Menglong swung a punch at the oncoming fist, his fist enveloped in purple light. At that moment, the beast-faced man's expression changed drastically, for he sensed an incomparable power in that fist, the sensation of which could be summed up in four words.

Unstoppable!

He wanted to pull back his fist, but it was too late.

The golden fist shattered into scattering golden light in an instant, its power reduced by merely two-tenths, the remaining eight-tenths still hurtling toward the golden man.

"Could that be a gemstone from the Golden God Seat?" The golden man's face displayed an incredibly cautious expression.

Legend had it that the Golden God Seat possessed several immensely powerful gemstones. Possessing these gemstones granted boundless power, and supposedly, one was purple.

The golden man had no time for further thought; he was sent flying by that punch.

Zhang Menglong drew out another gemstone, this time a blue one. In that instant, he felt the surrounding space transforming into a nexus of coordinates, allowing him to instantly traverse to any chosen point with just a thought.

Zhang Menglong moved with a thought, his figure mysteriously appearing along the golden man's flight path, a smile on his face as he struck the golden man's face with a punch again.

The golden man bounced through the sky like a ball, and this scene left the other golden men reluctant to intervene.

Were they to help when their boss was being pummeled?

"This... a god, being beaten?"

"Wasn't that person just teleported here with us from the teleportation array?"

"He can beat a god without retaliation; how can there be such a vast difference between people?"

"Do you think that god was a fake? How could a god be so weak?"

"Yeah..."

The faith of others in their hearts was already half-collapsed as they watched the golden light dot bounce across the sky.

"Get down!" Zhang Menglong grew weary after delivering several hundred punches and knocked the golden man to the ground, mindful not to use full force since he intended to extract information from him—it wouldn't do to beat him to death.

The golden man struggled to his feet, covered in cracks and oozing golden blood, looking at Zhang Menglong with terror.

What the hell kind of person is this? Clearly from the lower world, yet he delivered such a beating?

Earlier, he thought Zhang Menglong was bluffing. Now, he realized even a Level Three perfect life form couldn't withstand a few punches from him.

"Let me ask you a question." Zhang Menglong looked at the golden man and asked, "Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"