I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Chapter 387 - 385: The Scrap Copper and Iron We Use for Chopping Firewood

"Zhang Menglong, you're way too arrogant. Do you really think you can take on the entire Ancient Martial Arts World by yourself?" A Mythical Realm Level Four Martial Artist stepped forward, a hulking figure with a golden staff slung across his back. He looked like a sturdy middle-aged man, but in fact, he was a curious old monster over a hundred years old.

"Where's the logic in what you're all saying?" Zhang Menglong was perplexed, "There are clearly nine seats here. Aren't they meant to be sat on? What's the problem with me sitting here?"

"Oh!" Zhang Menglong slapped his thigh, "I get it now, this is one of your unspoken rules, isn't it?"

The ears of the Martial Artists present were burning.

Of course, everyone knew this was one of the Ancient Martial Arts World's unspoken rules. The central seat had always been reserved for the Martial God, and no one had ever dared to sit there. Occupying that seat symbolized a challenge to the authority of the Martial God!

But when Zhang Menglong pointed it out so openly, everyone's face struggled to maintain composure.

"This is where I have to criticize you!" Zhang Menglong spoke with an air of wisdom beyond his years, "How can there be unspoken rules in a competition that's supposed to be fair and just? As an outstanding youth of the 21st century, I must break these unspoken rules. If he really has the ability, just throw me out of the seat, otherwise, go sit at the back!"

"Are you provoking and insulting the Martial God?!" Hearing Zhang Menglong's words, the Martial Artists filled with righteous indignation. In the hearts of many Martial Artists, the Martial God was almost a deity-like figure.

Actually, seventy years ago, during Huaxia's darkest times, not only did the foreign powers force open Huaxia's gates with their guns and cannons, but powerful organizations of Mutants from other nations also stormed into Huaxia.

The strength of a country is ostensibly reflected in its military, technological, and economic prowess, but behind the scenes, an even more crucial factor is the strength of the official Mutant organization!

At that time, Huaxia lacked the team "Longxia," and local Psychics and Ancient Martial Artists spontaneously banded together to oppose those foreign Mutants and Psychics.

Initially, a group of immensely powerful European and American Mutants and Psychics invaded Huaxia, and in direct confrontations, Huaxia's most prestigious Psychics and Ancient Martial Arts experts were either killed instantly or defeated and fled with serious injuries.

So following that, Huaxia plunged into darkness.

Later, the Martial God and the current captain of "Longxia" emerged. They engaged in a confrontation with several super-strong individuals from the second-world nations of the West and other countries. Discover more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

No one knows exactly what happened in that battle which took place in the Himalayan Range. It's said to have triggered countless avalanches, even causing shifts in the local geography, to the extent that the elevation of Mount Everest rose by nearly ten meters.

After that conflict, the two strong individuals who walked out of the Himalayas were from Huaxia, while those Western Mutants and Psychics were left behind in those snowy mountains forever.

It's rumored that their opponents were over a dozen individuals equal to or beyond Level Seven of the Mythical Realm!

Since then, the descendants of Huaxia began their counter-offensive.

If it weren't for the Martial God and the leader of "Longxia" standing up, perhaps Huaxia would have walked a completely different future by now.

"This kid is rather tough!"

"Let's go together!"

"Zhang Menglong, for insulting the Martial God, we will definitely make you pay today, don't blame us for ganging up on you!"

"Those who insult the Martial God, kill!"

Seven martial artists of the Mythical Realm, not minding their status, took action directly—two of Level Seven, three of Level Six, and two of Level Four. Such power was even enough to flatten a small country.

Furthermore, each of them took out their weapons. The weapons used by these Mythical Realm martial artists were definitely not ordinary!

"Lin Zhen Nan, that old man, actually brought out his renowned weapon!"

"That's a Level Three weapon. Even strong practitioners within the Mythical Realm have to go broke to find a master artifact refiner to craft such a weapon."

"And that pair of heavy hammers belonging to old Zhou of the Zhou Family is also a Level Three weapon, said to be made from a rare extraterrestrial metal meteorite. He spent 27 billion US dollars to buy that piece of meteorite from a European organization!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, never thought I'd see so many Level Three weapons today. With weapons like these, even martial artists of Level Seven Mythical Realm wouldn't dare to catch them barehanded, right?"

"Want to show off weapons with me?" Zhang Menglong smiled, and a purple longsword appeared in his hand with a flash of sword light.

"Swoosh!"

A streak of purple light flashed by, and all the weapons aimed at Zhang Menglong were sliced through as if they were tofu.

"What?"

"My divine weapon!"

"How is this possible?"

The martial artists stared blankly at their weapons. A Level Three or higher weapon was absolutely one of the rare divine weapons in the world; describing them as iron-cutting was no exaggeration. It had always been them cleaving other people's weapons, never their own being shattered!

"What... what weapon is that?" Everyone stared at the sword in Zhang Menglong's hand, even forgetting to attack.

"Oh, this thing? It's just some scrap metal used for chopping wood and splitting trees back home, casually brought from one of our farms."