I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1596 - 1600: Bet You Can’t Kill Me

By evening, almost all the forces had gathered. If this were a grand event, the entire valley might not hold so many people.

In reality, though, the number of attendees was just four to five hundred thousand, with nearly half being Level Eight or Level Nine perfect beings.

Actually, everyone knew deep down that, given today's scale, trying to fish in troubled waters was nearly impossible. Playing it safe wouldn't work—getting a treasure or two here would require relying on one's own strength!

"Seems like everyone's here!" A burly man stepped out from the crowd.

He was about five meters tall, with skin that had a hint of red beneath its darkness, exuding a fiery aura that was immensely oppressive.

"This guy's strong." Zhang Menglong looked at the burly man, trusting his gut instinct that this man's strength could likely rank in the top ten among all the perfect beings!

As for Alchemists and Artifact Refiners, their personal strength isn't very top-notch, and Array Masters need the power of formations to exert the strongest combat power. Clearly, there's no time or condition to prepare formations now.

"You're right," said Drake, who knew these bigwigs as the future successor of the Dark Magic Master Association. "He's the leader of the Titan King's throne. I don't know his original name, but he's known as the Titan King."

"Titan God Race? They also existed in my old world!"

"It's different," Drake said, having heard Zhang Menglong talk about being from a small world experiment field. "In the main world, those experiment fields sow life seeds that are all artificially synthesized. The so-called Titan God Race was created by deconstructing and artificially synthesizing their genetic sequences."

"What the hell? Does that mean I'm an Artificial Human too?" Zhang Menglong suddenly felt a bit repulsed by himself.

"The Titan King's bloodline truly descends from the real Titan race of the Cang Yuan Era."

"But wait, didn't everyone from the Cang Yuan Era die out? How did they leave offspring?" Zhang Menglong asked curiously.

"I heard that to preserve the last bloodline, the Titan race of the Cang Yuan Era sacrificed their lives by channeling all their life force into a heart," Huzi said. "They used their entire race's sacrifice to maintain a beating heart; probably this bloodline was inherited by the Titan King."

"Really? Respect to such a race—it takes incredible resolve and decisiveness."

"But how do we know the Titan race wasn't developed from life seeds sowed by some more advanced civilization?"

"Uh..." Drake was momentarily speechless—if Zhang Menglong argued like this, he had no response.

"Almost time. Let's get started!" A few more people walked forward, indeed the ones Drake had introduced earlier.

These individuals who stepped up were among the Level Nine perfect beings with substantial status and representation, either due to sheer strength or significant influence.

"I know some of you here are still thinking about fishing in troubled waters, but you'd better think it through. Do you have the ability to do such things before so many Level Nine perfect beings?" The Titan King scanned everyone. "Level Eight perfect beings and below should leave on their own; those here just for fun have had their time."

"Sigh!" A wave of sighs ran through the crowd. Since the Titan King had spoken, what could they do? Staying would be disrespectful.

He's a decisive and fierce person, with little patience except for the Pill Hall and the Hundred Refinement Empire folks, and everyone else gets no face from him.

The big shots' juniors also withdrew, those who hadn't directly left still showed their stance.

Seeing this reaction, the Titan King nodded in satisfaction.

"You three still not leaving?" The Titan King's aura locked onto Zhang Menglong's trio, and the surrounding people immediately kept a safe distance, "Whose juniors are you that you'd ignore my words?"

"It's him! Zhang Menglong!"

"That wanted person from the list!"

"I saw him once; I'd never mistake his aura!"

In the crowd, quite a few Great Magicians from the Ainos Land of Inheritance recognized him; they'd suffered much at Zhang Menglong's hands, even extorted. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Zhang Menglong had only changed his appearance, not concealed his aura, so he was recognized immediately.

"You dare come to this place?"

"Are you qualified to be here? Fine, let's settle old scores!"

"Respected leader, this brat stole Ainos's legacy last time!"

Zhang Menglong's appearance caused some chaos at the scene, with people accusing and seeking revenge, turning them into the focus of the crowd.

"Oh, so it's you guys!" Although many hadn't met Zhang Menglong, they'd heard his name.

Robbing thousands single-handedly isn't something just anyone can do.

Remember, Zhang Menglong was merely a mid-level Magician when it happened, a Level Two perfect being, while many Level Seven and Eight perfect beings came for the Ainos legacy—this fact alone sparked great interest in him.

"Level Six perfect being? How is this possible!"

"It's been so short a time! How could he have advanced four life levels? Impossible!"

"Is there something off about him?"

"As a Level Two perfect being, he could match Level Seven perfect beings—now can't he compete with Level Nine perfect beings?"

"Is this kid really as powerful as you say?"

"Kid, do you also want a piece of the Heroic Spirit Tomb?" The Titan King looked at Zhang Menglong, revealing a playful smile.

"Titan King, how about handing this kid over to me?" Another Level Nine perfect being approached the Titan King.

"Quickly resolve it and don't waste time," the Titan King agreed, quietly stepping aside.

"Who are you?" Zhang Menglong looked at the man, finding his facial features strangely familiar.

"The Yege Dynasty—you won't forget it, right?"

"Oh, you're the father of that useless Prince?" Zhang Menglong laughed, "Really hitting the old after hitting the young, huh? Where's your son?"

"I'll give you a chance," the Yege Dynasty Emperor said. "Return every item you extorted and then commit suicide to atone; otherwise, I'll show you things more terrifying than death!"

"You can talk a lot of shit, huh?" Zhang Menglong retorted. "How was it extortion? It was everyone's generous contribution to let my Warcraft friend have dinner!"

"Enough, I have no time for your nonsense," the Yege Dynasty Emperor clearly lacked patience. "Kill you, then retrieve the items from your corpse—same outcome."

"How about we make a bet?" Zhang Menglong proposed. "If you win, I'll return everything and commit suicide. If you lose, you have to take five Tathagata Divine Palms from me!"

"Hahaha, bet what?"

"Bet that you can't kill me!"