I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Zhang... Zhang Menglong?"

All the level nine Life Forms halted.

"Level Seven Life Form?" They clearly sensed that Zhang Menglong's life level had now reached the elementary Level Seven Life Form.

According to the information provided by Universe 17 and Universe 18 last time, it should have only been a little over a year since Zhang Menglong broke through from a Level Six Life Form, right?

To advance from Level Six Life Form to Level Seven Life within a year's time, such news would be earth-shattering in any universe.

Even in these universes' strongest, the First Universe, their most astonishing genius became a Level Six Life Form at over 2000 years old but only broke through to Level Seven Life Form close to ten thousand years old.

And now, Zhang Menglong, according to the age calculation method in the universe, is just barely over 20 years old!

It's really hard for them to imagine how he managed to accomplish in one year what it takes ordinary people tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years to achieve.

Of course, if we consider his ancestor Zhang Kai, who accomplished in a few hundred years what some ancient relics couldn't achieve in a billion years, it seems somewhat understandable.

Then, their attention fell on the 32 level nine Life Forms behind Zhang Menglong; though these individuals had just broken through to level nine, their aura was incredibly deep.

"Red... Black... Black..." a level nine Life Form from the temporary judicial committee muttered to himself, his face turning extremely grim. He looked very strange, with a third eye on his forehead, akin to the mythical Er Lang Shen.

"What's he saying?" Another Life Form of salvation was puzzled.

"It's a special ability of a civilization in their universe," explained another level nine Life Form from a different universe. "Their third eye can perceive future events; in their view, everyone has a color. Green means safe, blue means caution, yellow means potential danger."

"And red and black?"

"As far as I know, red signifies extreme danger, while black implies certain death!"

Everyone's face changed drastically. That three-eyed level nine Life Form was an ancient being, the strongest warrior in that universe, known as a Prophet, his life level having reached level nine peak.

And yet, in his eyes, either those people were extremely dangerous or doomed... this...

"Wait!" The gaze of the three-eyed warrior fell on the group behind the level nine Life Forms.

Though their aura belonged to level eight Life Forms, their colors were at least yellow!

More than two-thirds were red, and a deep, dark red at that!

It's known that even in the First Universe, Mossad in his eyes was merely red, and only a pale red!

In other words, those level eight Life Forms could potentially possess the combat strength of level nine Life Forms!

Over twenty thousand warriors with level nine Life Form combat strength...

In contrast, they only had over two thousand people, who were gradually losing their fighting spirit and morale, a tenfold difference; how could this be fought?

Finally, his attention returned to Zhang Menglong, whose outcome was beyond shocking; a color he had never seen before, colorful like aurora, with a touch of ethereal.

His intuition told him this color was a thousand times more dangerous than black!

"Royce, Gunath! Are you about to betray?" a General from Universe 65 shouted several names.

Because among those people were several faces he was familiar with; they were previously Legion Commanders and some squad leaders from Universe 65, but now, they had all become Zhang Menglong's henchmen!

The people called out didn't react at all, as if they had forgotten their original names.

"Your General is calling you." Zhang Menglong chuckled, "Come out and say a few words!"

A group stepped out from behind Zhang Menglong, all now controlled by Zhang Menglong's Soul Seal. Forget their General, they wouldn't recognize their own mother.

"Royce was my former name, now I'm Zhang Ergou, a member of the master's guards!"

"The old Gunath is dead; I have become the most loyal warrior of the master; please call me Zhang Ritian."

"Now I am Zhang Batian!"

"Zhang Ziyi!"

"Zhang Yimou!"

"Zhang Yining!"

"Zhang Jie!"

"Zhang Han!"

Honestly, to come up with so many names, Zhang Menglong almost broke through the entire "Xinhua Dictionary."

"You... you all..." he understood that these people had been controlled by Zhang Menglong and that somehow their life levels had increased substantially within a few days, becoming even stronger than him!

"Do you recognize him?" Zhang Menglong gestured towards Universe 65 General Council.

"Don't know!" All answered without hesitation.

"See, they don't know you, so don't force familiarity, it's pointless." Zhang Menglong shrugged.

At this time, the United Army's warships were almost utterly defeated, even large numbers of people abandoning their ships to escape.

But the warriors from the IPX-001 Legion rushed out with bizarre weapons; whether a Level Six Life Form or Level Seven Life Form, they became cannon fodder under their might.

Only now did they notice that Zhang Menglong's entire legion numbered hundreds of billions people, yet half of those supposedly cannon fodder Level Five Life Forms had become Level Six Life Forms, even capable of pursuing the United Army's Level Six Life Forms.

How could this be fought? It's equivalent to Zhang Menglong's legion combat power multiplied ten thousand times!

"We shouldn't have come!" Those generals watched their army's collapse, the most regretful decision they ever made.

"Hahaha, aren't you all mighty? Weren't you going to rush our Universe Seven? Come on!"

"Not one capable opponent, just this?"

The warriors of Universe Seven finally unleashed their inner anger built up for days; did they finally have their moment?

"If you want to escape, go ahead and see if you can make it!"

"I don't believe it; merely relying on a so-called color can determine one's strength?" A reckless and violent looking level nine Life Form seemed defiant, "Even if we can't win, nobody can stop us from leaving, right?"

Purple flames erupted from his body as he charged toward the weakest part of the battlefield.

"Hm!" Zhang Menglong casually gave a guard a glance.

Instantly, a force known as divine speed surged within him, capable of exceeding or even reversing time, its most direct manifestation—speed.

No one even saw what happened.

In an instant, the level nine Life Form beside Zhang Menglong had already returned to his side, holding a beaten figure like a dead dog—the very defiant level nine Life Form who had tried to escape.

"Trying to sneak away right under my nose?" Zhang Menglong laughed, "Is he always this brave?"