I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"3000 people are just the tip of the iceberg?" Qi Xiu did not doubt Zhang Menglong's words. Since he can be called a Demon Spawn, having some "demonic nature" is naturally not surprising.

But he immediately added, "Brother Zhang, although he only killed 3000 people, he has one principle: he never kills those weaker than himself. And it is said that among the people he has killed, at least a third were more powerful than him."

His elder brother's guest elder is named Lin Jie, reportedly from a sect outside their dynasty who came to this land because he learned a forbidden technique of his sect and was being hunted.

However, his elder brother, seeing Lin Jie's great power and his clean record in their dynasty, took a significant risk to keep him around, even providing a large amount of resources for his cultivation.

Under normal circumstances, Lin Jie rarely makes a move, but when he does, he never fails.

"I'm sorry, I didn't tell you that all the people I've killed were stronger than me!"

Since Zhang Menglong entered the external battlefield, he has been slaughtering his way through the battlefield by relying on his Level Five life form's life level. To be honest, he hardly had the chance to meet anyone weaker than himself. Of course, those killed as collateral damage are not included.

"I would like to see if this Demon Spawn is as formidable as you boast!"

"Clang!" The sword in Lin Jie's hand let out a dull buzzing sound. From this sound, one could tell that this sword's weight is extraordinary.

"A True Martial Level Eight causing chaos for an entire dynasty or even the entire continent is just nonsense not worth believing!" Lin Jie chuckled, "The affair of the Demon Spawn is known to everyone in the upper echelons of this dynasty, but if I can really kill you, perhaps I could gain some fame. So, your life is mine!"

Unlike the earlier assorted martial artists, Lin Jie did not take a single step, yet the mystic Qi under his feet rippled out like a calm lake.

Suddenly, that mystic Qi erupted, and the longsword in his hand transformed into a Sword Qi dozens of meters long, tearing through the air as it slashed towards Zhang Menglong's head.

Zhang Menglong sneered, tapping lightly on the ground as he rapidly retreated backward while drawing a giant ruler and thrusting it into the earth with both hands.

"He's not dodging?" Lin Jie revealed a contemplative expression. Even a True Martial Ninth Grade fighter would avoid the onslaught of such a violent attack.

"Three Parts Return to Yuan Qi!" Zhang Menglong released his hands, creating a light blue protective shield around his body.

"Crack!"

The unstoppable Sword Qi struck the protective shield and instantly shattered into innumerable pieces before dispersing as mystic Qi.

"Excellent!" Qi Xiu couldn't help but clap, never having seen such a powerful defensive martial arts technique capable of withstanding an attack wielded with a Ninth Grade spiritual weapon by a True Martial Ninth Grade martial artist at the True Martial Level Eight!

"Defensive martial arts!"

Lin Jie's face showed a hint of surprise. Martial arts have many categories, with offensive ones being the most common, followed by movement-type, which are less common, and body refinement techniques, which are even rarer.

As for defensive martial arts, they are extremely rare. Although they don't make one impervious to weapons like body refinement techniques do, their difficulty and cost of training are much lower!

After a brief moment of surprise, Lin Jie smiled with delight. The more tricks Zhang Menglong had, the more he would gain by killing him. Perhaps, he could even acquire his defensive martial arts, and even the secret behind why he was prophesized as a Demon Spawn.

By then, even a Heaven Breaking First Realm martial artist might not be able to kill him!

However, after blocking that strike, Zhang Menglong made no additional movements, instead gripping the giant ruler again and closing his eyes slowly.

"Something's wrong!" Suddenly, he noticed a faint smile play on Zhang Menglong's slightly raised face.

Suddenly, a sense of overwhelming crisis struck his heart. As a martial artist, he had a very keen sense of danger, and he could now feel something threatening him clearly.

He scanned his surroundings, but there was nothing but the desolate Gobi desert.

"Up in the sky!" Suddenly he looked up, his pupils dilating several times over.

It was a golden giant sword over 20 meters long, wholly condensed from mystic Qi, so imposing that the surrounding mystic Qi seemed drained because of its presence.

"What level of martial arts is this?"

Everyone's pupils were in a state of shock; the power of the golden giant sword exceeded their imagination. How could this attack possibly belong to a True Martial Level Eight martial artist?

"Is this a Ninth Grade martial arts or Heaven martial arts?" Qi Xiu's eyes glowed with excitement because Heaven martial arts were the sect treasures even in their entire dynastic royalty and those sects.

"Brother Zhang is truly an extraordinary person!" At this moment, Qi Xiu's survival instinct surged.

"Demacia!"

"Crack!" The ground under Zhang Menglong's feet cracked open, and the golden giant sword in the sky descended with unparalleled might, leaving a meteoric trail in its wake.

"Boom!"

A hundred-meter-high mushroom cloud rose on the Gobi desert, and the violent mystic Qi engulfed the surrounding dozens of meters.

"Is this the power of the Demon Spawn?"

"It is truly terrifying. Is Mr. Bai's prophecy true?"

The martial artists sent by the Great Prince felt the mystic Qi cutting their faces, recalling a legend. If the prophecy were true, Mr. Bai's burning to death would be the dynasty's shame.

"Hahahaha!" Laughter echoed from within the heavy smoke.

As a stream of mystic Qi blew by, Lin Jie's figure was revealed.

The robe on his body was tattered, yet beneath it, he wore a silver-gray soft armor!

Moreover, his skin emitted a bronze sheen.

Zhang Menglong's attack left him with only minor injuries.

"Are you a body refining martial artist?" Qi Xiu exclaimed.

"Hahahaha, who would've thought, Eighth Prince," Lin Jie sneered, "I inadvertently acquired our sect's body refining technique, which led to my being hunted."

"Those stubborn old fools call it an evil technique. A technique that kills is a good technique. What's the harm if it's a bit cruel? Killing is killing; what's the difference?"

Lin Jie's soft armor was also a Ninth Grade spiritual treasure, and with his body refining technique practiced to some success, he managed to withstand Zhang Menglong's strike.

Lin Jie casually tossed the massive sword to the ground, "Being a sword cultivator is just a cover; my body is my strongest weapon!"

Lin Jie greedily eyed Zhang Menglong, "Such advanced martial arts, you have a lot of good things. Given enough time to grow, the old man's prophecy might really come true."

"But after today, there will be no more Demon Spawn. If there is, it will be me, Lin Jie, hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha, you're so full of it!" Zhang Menglong retorted sarcastically, "Is body refining technique all that impressive?"

"Brother Zhang, do not be careless. Body refining martial artists are stronger than sword cultivators of the same realm, and his actual strength is probably above the middle of the True Martial Ninth Grade."

"It's fine," Zhang Menglong said, "Don't be fooled by his tough demeanor. Those muscles are soft, can't take a hit; if I throw a punch, his wife might need to prepare for remarriage."