I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1512 - 1516: The Treacherous True Immortal

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"That Wangzai really knows how to screw us over!"

"Yeah, it's literally killing us without taking responsibility. After fighting so hard to get these three treasures, we can't even use them?" ๐™›๐“ป๐’†๐“ฎ๐’˜๐™š๐™—๐’๐™ค๐™ซ๐“ฎ๐’.๐“ฌ๐’๐™ข

"If he takes this black Cutter to challenge a Level Six perfect creature to break this seal, he might get killed and robbed first, right?"

"But this is good news for us, we have a chance to snatch that Cultivation Technique and elixir from him. No matter how strong he is, can he fight against our five hundred men alone if he can fight two or even three at once?"

"That bastard!" Dales approached the three treasures; luckily the other two could be obtained without any mishaps, otherwise, he would have been devastated.

As for the black Cutter, though he couldn't hold it in his hand, he could still use the space storage device he carried to keep it. Taking the item first was his priority, as for breaking through, he would take it one step at a time.

However, the moment he put everything away, all the restrictions of Wangzai Rock Cave suddenly disappeared.

"Damn! Li Ziming, what are you doing?" Dales instantly felt a wave of greedy eyes focused on him.

If those restrictions were still in place, he might have used them to delay time, but now he had no leeway.

"The items left by my master have been taken by you, so our mission is complete. Why keep these defenses?"

Though he said this, as the victor, shouldn't he be granted some privileges? Now they were pushing him to the brink!

"Hahaha, Dales, seems like you're just unlucky."

"Dales, wanting to leave with all three treasures isn't going to be easy."

"Why don't you hand over the three items, everyone's sacrificed so much to get here, and everyone is pretty much drained. Isn't it too selfish to swallow these treasures alone?"

"Are you planning to attack me?" Dales asked, "We're all people of the Golden God Seat; is it necessary to kill each other over these items?"

"Dales, do you really believe your own words?"

"Exactly, if someone else had obtained these three treasures, would you still consider us all part of the Golden God Seat?"

"Here's a suggestion, take one item with you and let us distribute the rest. Even one of them is immensely valuable, you shouldn't be too greedy and learn to quit while ahead."

Dales gritted his teeth. Although this statement made sense, frankly, the value of the entire Golden God Seat might not match any single treasure here, but he was unwilling to give up two of them.

"Enough with the talk! In the end, it's about whose fist is stronger. If you want to take any treasure from me today, you'll have to step over my dead body!"

"You bunch of losers, you dare to covet these treasures?" Dales looked at the Level Three perfect creatures, besides his subordinates, there were hundreds of others.

"Hahaha, Lord Dales, usually we wouldn't dare stand against you, but now even we have a chance to harm you, right?"

His face turned a bit sour, indeed, due to several chops from the black Cutter in the second test, his body strength had been reduced to the level of Level Three perfect creatures.

In some sense, some physically strong Level Three perfect creatures were even tougher than his current body.

Although this weakening was slowly recovering, it would take ten days to half a month to regain his original strength, meaning those Level Three perfect creatures could breach his defenses now!

That's why these Level Three perfect creatures had the capability to fight today; generally speaking, they remained high attack, high agility, low defense, and low health assassins.

"Fine, I understand," Dales nodded, "If I break through today, I'll personally thank each of you later."

Dales's tone was full of threats.

But these threats didn't intimidate them; once they possessed the treasures, they could hide somewhere, meditate, and cultivate in peace. When they emerged again, who knew who would be fleeing?

"Come on then, if you want to snatch these items today, step over my corpse!"

"Alright, Dales, don't blame us for forgetting past friendships."

"Lord Dales, apologies in advance!"

...

Several hundred people encircled Dales; the valley filled with icy chill suddenly brimmed with a fierce killing intent.

A commander named Shaku moved first; his skills may have ranked lower among the commanders, but in assassination, he was second to none, for all his Cultivation Techniques and secret arts were designed for assassination.

A bizarre black aura emerged behind him, and within that aura appeared a pair of sharp daggers aiming for lethal strike!

Dales had known Shaku for a long time and naturally understood his methods. He was ready to counter Shaku's attack.

If assassination was guarded against, its threat reduced by over fifty percent.

Dales drew his giant sword and blocked the attack; Shaku grunted, knowing a failed assassination meant retreating a thousand miles away; merging with the mist, he vanished into the void.

Just then, others also launched attacks on Dales.

Dales truly fought valiantly, facing hundreds, he managed to respond to attacks from every direction in a short time.

Each of his strikes was executed with full force, even those Level Four perfect creatures struggled to counter, and the Level Three ones dared only to watch from afar, knowing such attacks would be devastatingly lethal.

Yet amidst this chaos, Dales only lasted for several minutes before exposing a flaw, allowing Shaku to finally find a perfect opportunity to stealthily strike, grazing his arm and causing his giant sword to slip from his grip.

Without his weapon, multiple attacks landed directly on him, marking his chest, back, limbs, and even face with several wounds.

Fighting against hundreds proved too demanding!

Dales knelt on one knee, blood dripped from his arm and spread over several meters of the icy ground.

"Dales, stop resisting, if you continue, you'll die." a commander spoke, "We don't want to kill you."

"Heh, as if you're noble," Dales's face suddenly showed ferocity, "If you want to kill me, you better be capable of doing so!"

As he said this, Dales actually pulled out the black Cutter.

"What are you doing?" The crowd was shocked.

"Even if I get heavily injured, none of you will have it easy!" Dales's expression became wildly aggressive, "Let me show you what kind of power the black Cutter can unleash in the hands of a Level Four perfect creature!"