I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1561 - 1565: You Have a Different Price

As the battle became one-sided, Zhang Menglong gradually took control of the entire situation. It was only then that everyone realized Zhang Menglong truly had the qualifications to dominate the Land of Inheritance all by himself.

This kind of fighting strategy, even a mid-level magician might be literally worn to death by these undead!

They had no idea where Zhang Menglong got so much magic to sustain the undead's fight. No matter how great he was, the law of energy conservation couldn't be broken, right? Those undead needed energy to cast Forbidden Curses and repeatedly resurrect, didn't they? Was it possible that his body contained so much energy? That wasn't realistic!

In the end, everyone could only attribute the reason to those two books. Perhaps it truly was something beyond Dao Level could possess such powerful and miraculous power.

Dozens of minutes later, the terrain of the entire valley had sunk by several hundred meters, filled with the rampant aura of magic, but no one dared to move recklessly anymore because they knew that if they continued like this, they would all be wiped out!

"Not fighting anymore?" Zhang Menglong shouted, "Since you're not fighting, does that mean I can open my send-off class whenever I want and charge whenever I like? Can I do whatever I want?"

Facing Zhang Menglong's words, this time, everyone chose to remain silent. Their dignity and confidence had been completely crushed by Zhang Menglong alone.

"I want to buy a quota!"

"So do I!"

Those who were still hesitating finally took out their money. First come, first served. If they were late, the fifty thousand quotas would be gone!

Fifty thousand people, though it sounds like a lot, the number of people gathered in this valley was easily a thousand or even ten thousand times this number. Although some were just here to escort their masters or young lords, those who wanted to get a quota were countless; these fifty thousand quotas were simply not enough!

Soon, all fifty thousand quotas were sold. Under Zhang Menglong's watchful eye, they entered the teleportation array without hesitation, and no one dared to obstruct them.

"Alright, you remaining folks can fight over the rest however you want. I'm done here." Zhang Menglong also put away the two books, and the undead were instantly reburied underground, reduced to dust and bones.

"Our Mozick Family should be qualified to get a quota, right? If anyone disagrees, come at us!"

A young man stepped forward first.

His Mozick Family was a very powerful family. Before Zhang Menglong arrived in the Mosla Empire, the Mozick Family's power was even above the Hertz Family's. Their Clan Leader was just one step away from becoming a Great Magician.

This time, the lineup he brought was also very strong, numbering dozens of high-level Mages. Among such imperial royal family-level forces, he could absolutely be ranked.

"This one can't continue, next!"

"The Mozick Family's turnout is too great. They brought twenty or thirty high-level Mages, almost comparable to several royal families."

"It seems none of you have any objections." The Mozick Family's young lord smiled with satisfaction. He instructed his followers and then headed towards the teleportation array.

"Wait, I have an objection!" Just as he was about to cross the boundary where Zhang Menglong had erected a human wall, Zhang Menglong suddenly spoke up, "You, get back!"

"What more do you want?" The Mozick Family's young lord said, getting furious, "You wanted fifty thousand quotas. You've already got them, and you've made your money. Do you still intend to interfere?"

"I don't care about others," Zhang Menglong said, "I have no grudge against them, and I'm not one to annihilate everyone, naturally, I don't want to continue interfering."

"Then what do you mean?" The Mozick Family's young lord questioned.

"Do you think I'm a fool? If I recall, among those who attacked me just now, your people were involved, right?"

Though the battle had seemed chaotic, Zhang Menglong carefully observed everyone. He clearly remembered everyone who had tried to stop him.

For others, Zhang Menglong had no objection if they wanted to enter the Land of Inheritance, because he wasn't someone to do things too ruthlessly.

But he was also someone who always settled his scores and didn't let things slide. If someone made him unhappy, he could make them even more unhappy.

"What are you looking at? Dissatisfied? Wasn't it you just now who instructed your men to show me some colors?"

The young man showed a surprised expression. Zhang Menglong even knew this; indeed, he had ordered his subordinates to act earlier.

"I'm here now. What color do you want to show me? My favorite color is yellow."

The young man's face showed uncertainty, wanting to retort but without any reasoning.

From another perspective, if he had been the one attacked just now, would he allow his enemy to pass? That would be absolutely impossible.

"It was a clash of emotions, brother. Why must you be so unforgiving?" The young lord's tone softened.

"Oh, it was a clash of emotions earlier, was it? Well, young people have some temper. I can understand that."

Seeing Zhang Menglong seem to relent, the young man was overjoyed and was about to pass, but his joy was premature.

"What do you think you're doing? Did I say you could pass?" Zhang Menglong stated, "I am young too, and I have a temper. Now I'm having a clash of emotions, how about that?"

"Hahaha!" Drake couldn't hold back his laughter in the distance. He liked Zhang Menglong's fiery temper!

"I am putting it out here; I don't care how others handle this. But if someone who attacked me earlier wants to pass, that's not going to happen. If you're unhappy, let's keep fighting!"

As soon as Zhang Menglong finished speaking, many people's faces changed. Zhang Menglong was truly leaving no way out!

Nearly seventy percent of the Great Magicians had attacked Zhang Menglong just then. What should they do now?

"Oh, and you," Zhang Menglong suddenly turned to look at the Prince Hera and Prince Siming, who had already entered the teleportation array earlier, "I almost forgot about you two."

"Get out!" Drake, relishing chaos, got even more excited than Zhang Menglong.

One of his Great Magicians cast a spell to bounce the two out.

"Thank you!" Zhang Menglong said to Drake.

"That's the least I can do."

At that moment, Siming almost wanted to kill Hera. If it weren't for him stirring up trouble earlier, he wouldn't have provoked Zhang Menglong. Forget about obtaining the inheritance; even getting a quota seemed precarious now.

"Brother Zhang, how about we buy a quota?" Siming's uncle, who was quite shrewd, suggested that if he wasn't allowed in, buying a quota should be fine, right?

Five trillion Tianyuan wasn't a small number, but for their dynasty, it wasn't astronomical.

"Sure," Zhang Menglong said, "I'm an easy-going person. I always settle scores, but it's better to resolve feuds rather than create new ones, right?"

"Thank you, brother!" Siming's uncle quickly took out a Crystal Card, "Here, I've stored five trillion Tianyuan. Brother Zhang can verify at any time."

"Five trillion?" Zhang Menglong tilted his head, "Five trillion is the price for others, but for you, it's a different price!"