I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1469 - 1473: I Hope You Keep Up the Good Work

"What are you all standing there for?" The beast-faced golden man looked at his subordinates, "Are you all dead?"

The other golden men's faces showed struggling expressions. It's not that they didn't want to step forward, but their boss was already beaten like this. If they went up, they'd just be serving their heads on a platter, wouldn't they?

"I advise you all to have some self-awareness," Zhang Menglong glared at them. "Of course, Menglong likes to take on those who think they have skills, but you better think carefully about what kind of outcome might be best for you."

The golden men looked at each other but eventually chose to retreat.

"You lot!" The beast-faced golden man's expression turned incredibly ferocious. "Wretched things, if you dare to make a move, you absolutely won't leave the territory of the Sun Palace alive!"

"Sun Palace? Sounds quite formidable." Zhang Menglong murmured the name. It at least sounded more prestigious than the Golden God Seat, "But, I really love it when people threaten me, so you'd better say more."

Zhang Menglong raised his fist, gripping the Power Stone, and smashed it towards his head.

The whole ground quaked, as if an earthquake had hit. The golden man's head was half-embedded into the ground, and from his head, cracks spread out hundreds of meters.

The golden man spat out golden blood, his head showing cracks, buzzing from the punch with the Power Stone, nearly costing him half his life.

"Still cocky?" Zhang Menglong yanked his head out.

"Sun Palace warriors, there's no surrender, only battle to the death!" The beast-faced man had some backbone; even with such severe injuries, his lips remained firm. However, his body wasn't as tough as his words.

"Is that so?" Zhang Menglong punched down again, the ground's cracks spreading another few hundred meters.

"Still cocky?"

"If you've got the guts, kill me! The Sun Palace will avenge me!"

"Alright, then I'll kill you!"

"Boom!"

Zhang Menglong pounded away relentlessly. Whether it was the golden man or those who came from the world below, they watched the scene in shock. How could someone who shared their status be so fierce? Even the high and mighty gods were beaten this way by him.

Not completely defenseless, but relatively speaking, almost powerless indeed.

"Uh... if this keeps going, the god would be beaten to death, right?"

"Should we try to stop him?"

"To stop him? Can you take a beating? Can you withstand one of his punches? Last year's New Year's Eve dinner could spill out if you tried."

"If the god is beaten to death, what then?"

...

[Dean, if he keeps hitting, this guy will die] Gou Dan couldn't help but speak up.

Indeed, after taking so many blows, the golden man was barely hanging on, with half a breath left. Where they stood, the ground had sunken over three meters, and his head had been malformed and cracked by Zhang Menglong's pounding.

"Let's take a break," Zhang Menglong took out a walnut, cracked it open on the golden man's head, and threw it into his mouth. "Do you yield?"

"Just kill me! What does torturing me accomplish?" The golden man spoke weakly.

"Wuhu? Iron-boned tough guy!" Zhang Menglong said, "Has anyone told you, I like hard bones the most; it's more satisfying than crushing weaklings."

Zhang Menglong took out an elixir and stuffed it into the golden man's mouth.

This was a Super Healing Medicine, capable of healing even perfect life forms' injuries in a short time. As long as it wasn't a fatal wound, it had almost immediate healing powers.

The beast-faced man's expression lit up, suddenly feeling a surge of rich life force in his body. It rapidly repaired his grievously injured body, from the bones to the muscles to the skin, healing before his very eyes.

He even faintly felt that his body, once recovered, was stronger than before his injury.

If such an artifact appeared on the battlefield, it could change the course of a war!

"What do you mean by this?" The beast-faced man looked curiously at Zhang Menglong. He had been beaten nearly to death just now, and now he was healed with this miraculous medicine, leaving him utterly confused.

"I get it!" The beast-faced man suddenly thought of something.

The strong respect the strong. When there's a vast disparity in strength, the stronger person might admire the other's qualities like resilience. Surely, my unyielding spirit moved Zhang Menglong, earning his esteem, so he chose to stop tormenting me.

Yes, that must be it!

With this thought, the beast-faced man felt some pride and honor.

But just as he was about to say a few words to Zhang Menglong, that hammer-like fist hit his face again, nearly knocking his eyeballs out.

Even with half his head in the dirt, he couldn't figure out why Zhang Menglong kept hitting him. This wasn't how the script was supposed to go!

After hundreds of punches, the beast-faced man was more dead than alive, lying limp on the ground, his body and will tortured by pain, the whole ground stained gold with his blood.

"Is it over this time?" The beast-faced man closed his eyes, ready for relief at last.

Just then, he felt something violently stuffed into his mouth again, another surge of life force restoring his body.

"Clang!"

Zhang Menglong placed a jar beside him, packed with hundreds of such pills. The fragrance was so thick that one sniff could heal superficial wounds.

"What are you doing?" The beast-faced man suddenly seemed to understand Zhang Menglong's intent.

"Nonsense, for a hard bone like you, of course, it has to be gnawed on slowly. I can promise, with these things, I definitely won't beat you to death," Zhang Menglong said. "I now know your will is like steel, but your body isn't. Anyway, I have time; I'll keep hitting until you give in!"

The beast-faced man's face twitched fiercely. If that jar was full of those pills, he really wouldn't die!

But not dying is one thing; the pain from Zhang Menglong's punches was bone-deep.

To finish these pills, he'd have to endure this for at least several hundred days? It'd be better to be killed cleanly with one blow!

The beast-faced man's face suddenly showed determination. He gathered his energy to his perfect core, ready to self-destruct and take Zhang Menglong with him!

"Don't even think about it!" Zhang Menglong slapped a talisman on his head, sealing the energy flow in his body, even preventing him from self-destructing!

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Two more jars filled with pills appeared.

"I suddenly feel your will is too resolute, one jar might not be enough. Three jars should be enough. I really admire you; I hope you continue to perform well..."