I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1216 - 1210: Just Happened to Have Some Mouth Ulcers
"Oh? Nine Swords? You’re actually not dead yet?" That voice suddenly noticed the people of Nine Swords Venerable.
"An Jiu, you’re indeed not dead!" This greeting confirmed to Nine Swords Venerable that the newcomer was indeed the sect master of the Holy Church of Shadow from back then!
A dark mist descended from the sky, and a man in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of them. His face was pale and noseless. If this were the world of Harry Potter, Zhang Menglong might have mistaken him for Voldemort.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" A series of dark mists followed, nearly two hundred people appeared directly behind An Jiu.
The auras of these people were extremely strange, with several different auras existing on one person, and some even having auras that didn’t seem like they came from humans at all.
"Sect Master, each of those behind him should be enhanced humans modified by bloodlines," Ying Wuxian whispered, "Back then when I was forced into the Undead Forbidden Zone, they had an inseparable connection with it. To gain my bloodline power, they created conflicts to make me enemies with many forces. They likely have already obtained my bloodline now."
Ying Wuxian had already felt that several people had the aura of his divine body, which disgusted him thoroughly. It was revolting to think of his blood flowing in a group of disgusting people.
"It looks like in these ten or twenty thousand years, you’ve made no progress, actually hanging out with a brat," An Jiu mocked, "If you want to find a place to fritter away, why not come to my Holy Church of Shadow? I can at least make you a deputy sect master."
"Hmph, you’re not any better off, you were already a half-human, half-ghost back then, and now you completely have the looks of a ghost," Nine Swords Venerable retorted unceremoniously.
"We’ll discuss our business later; I’m not here for you this time," An Jiu seemed to pay no attention to Nine Swords Venerable at all, his gaze shifted to Zhang Menglong, "Compared to him, you pique my interest more. What’s your name?"
"My surname is Ni, given name Ba Ba. You can just call me Ba Ba," Zhang Menglong replied.
"Sharp-tongued!" Even facing Zhang Menglong, An Jiu chose not to engage further, likely knowing that even ten of him couldn’t compete with Zhang Menglong in a verbal sparring.
"Even though I don’t know how you entered the Life Forbidden Zone, that’s irrelevant. Hand over what you’ve just picked up."
"Are you teaching me how to behave?" Zhang Menglong said, "Are you kidding me? So many sects don’t dare to threaten me, yet you, a noseless sissy, dare to point fingers at me? Having a face like Voldemort makes you powerful?"
"Them?" An Jiu glanced around disdainfully, "These losers, how can they compare to my Holy Church of Shadow?"
In an instant, a mighty aura surged from him, this power was even greater than that of the newly-advanced Ghost Emperor Feng Yan!
An Jiu must have fused quite a number of divine bodies and demon beast bloodlines into himself; this quantitative change had led to a qualitative evolution, even newly-advanced high-grade life forms were no match for him!
This overwhelming pressure forced the surrounding forces to take a few steps back, An Jiu’s power was obviously beyond their imagination.
"These people, pick your opponents yourselves!" An Jiu told the remodeled humans behind him.
"Nine Swords, do you still recognize me?" A remodeled human stepped forward from behind An Jiu, also donning a black robe, but under his hood, half a face like a beast’s could be seen.
"Who are you?"
"Hahahahahaha!" Zhang Menglong burst out laughing. According to the novel’s plot, that person definitely had a vendetta with Nine Swords Venerable, then as the plot unfolds, Nine Swords Venerable would be surprised this person wasn’t dead, leading to a big battle.
But with just a single line, "Who are you?" it completely deviated from the norm.
"Who am I?" The man let out a cold laugh, "Shall I help you recall, in the contest for the Nine Dragons Sword Canon... gravely wounded by your sword..."
The Nine Dragons Sword Canon was a rare masterpiece left by an ancient sword cultivator, its grade reaching quasi-wild level, helping Nine Swords Venerable become the top expert on the Haotian Continent, even crushing many divine body possessors!
Back then, the battle to seize it caused bloody turmoil across the continent, and Nine Swords Venerable barely survived the struggle to win it.
"Stop, cut it out!" Nine Swords Venerable wasn’t interested in reminiscing, "That day, I killed not 1000 but 800 people, and even more were severely wounded ten times over, even if you say it, I couldn’t know who you are."
"Oh, turns out you’re an extra? Then it’s likely your name’s not even known."
Zhang Menglong and Nine Swords Venerable started doing a comedy skit, exchanging lines back and forth.
"Enough!" That remodeled human brimmed with power so intense that it even shocked Nine Swords Venerable, as he realized the man’s strength rivaled his own, and this guy was just one of An Jiu’s underlings!
If the henchmen are this ridiculously strong, then An Jiu is beyond words.
"For revenge, I’ve crawled back from the brink of death countless times, ultimately becoming this half-human, half-ghost figure," the man rasped, "But I endured it all, now I carry the strength of twelve divine bodies and five demon beast noble clans, today you’ll experience my past agony!"
"Ying Wuxian, I will be your opponent then!"
"You, come forth!"
... 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
More than 20 individuals stepped forward from behind An Jiu, each picking their opponent.
"Sect Master, are you okay?"
"Don’t worry," Zhang Menglong smiled, "Just a noseless guy, can’t hurt me."
The members of the Sun Heaven Sect weren’t actually worried; after all, in the Undead Forbidden Zone, they’d witnessed what Zhang Menglong’s subordinates were capable of.
Especially the last two who merged into one, becoming terrifyingly powerful, taking out a high-grade life form with a single punch; even if An Jiu were more formidable, he couldn’t win, could he?
Soon, battles erupted around them, explosions rippling across the sky, creating waves.
"With no bodyguards around you now, you can hand over the items, right?" An Jiu grinned menacingly.
"If you have the guts, come take them yourself."
"I’m not in a rush for these items," An Jiu said, eyeing Zhang Menglong as he licked his lips, "I’m more interested in your bloodline. They say you have the legendary Haotian Divine Body, but I suspect, even if the Haotian Divine Body is the strongest physique, it can’t be this powerful, right?"
"You’re quite smart," Zhang Menglong said, "They say intelligence points to balding, no wonder you have no hair on your head."
"Surrender your bloodline then," An Jiu said, "Or I’ll come take it myself!"
"You want my bloodline?" Zhang Menglong chuckled, "It’s not that difficult, if you want it, I’ll give it to you!"
"Too bad I’m not a woman, otherwise I could bleed you a pool each month, enough for you!"
Zhang Menglong pulled out a cotton swab and picked at his mouth, "Happens that I’ve eaten too much barbecue lately, got some mouth ulcers, wonder if this much is enough!"
Zhang Menglong tossed the swab over.
That bloodied-tinged swab, An Jiu could hardly believe it, did he really acquire it so easily?
He was suspicious of Zhang Menglong possibly having some trick up his sleeve, but when he sensed the faint scent of blood, his whole body’s cells seemed to boil, as if urging him to quickly absorb the bloodline.
His eyes had a glint of disbelief, "Is there truly such a mighty bloodline in this world?"
