I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1304 1308: Competing Already?

"Look, the young man who defeated the Sword God is heading towards the palace!"
"What do you mean by 'young man'? He's the Sword Immortal; you can't just casually call him a young man!"
"What's he up to? Could it be that after defeating the Sword God, he wants to claim the title of the number one Sword Cultivator, so he's going to challenge the Sword Saint?"
"So exciting? It's bound to be another intense battle!"
"I doubt it. Even the Sword God was taken out instantly. I bet the Sword Saint will be similar."
"This time, we can finally rank the top three."
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"You're going to find the Sword Saint?" Duan Xianchen asked.
"What else? You yelling here every day disturbs my peace. Get on with the fight, then go home and everyone mind their own business. I just want to wait quietly for someone."
"It's not that easy to walk into the core area of Stigma Dragon City," Duan Xianchen said. "Mo Xiaoxi's ancestors were edly grandmasters of Sword Formations, even at the demi-god level. There's a powerful Sword Array in the core area that even Saints can't break into."
If not for this damn Sword Array, with Duan Xianchen's fiery temper, he'd have charged in long ago and wouldn't be acting like a madwoman cursing here.
"Wait here. I'm going to buy two oranges and come back." Zhang Menglong pushed past the Sword God Duan Xianchen and walked directly into the Sword Array.
Duan Xianchen wanted to check it out but lost the desire when he remembered the terrifying Sword Array.
Once, a soul-devouring beast from the Demon Abyss went berserk, and many Saints couldn't stop it. It broke into the Sword Array; only with Mo Xiaoxi's help was it successfully repelled.
So even a demi-god can hardly withstand the power of this Sword Array. How dare Zhang Menglong?
"He walked into Dragon City?"
"Oh my god, is he going to break through directly? Doesn't he know about the Dragon City's Sword Array, which even a demi-god can't bypass?"
"He's so audacious, but I like him."
"Do you hear something?"
Suddenly, everyone perked up their ears because metallic clashing sounds, followed by loud explosions, echoed from the direction of the core area of Dragon City. In the center of Dragon City, a mushroom cloud towering several kilometers high appeared!
"Has the fight started?"
"Has he broken through the Sword Array, or is he in the process of it?"
"This momentum is terrifying. Is this the strength at the pinnacle of a Saint?"
"Where's the cameraman? Not going to get chicken legs?"
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Such intense noises lasted just two minutes before it became quiet deep inside Dragon City as if everything had calmed down.
"Look, someone's coming out!"
"Did he fail to break the array?"
"No, there are two people! It looks like one is carrying the other."
"Carrying? Bro, your choice of words is quite lively... Damn, it does look like someone is being carried!"
As the figure got closer, everyone saw it was Zhang Menglong, who had just entered, and he was holding someone who looked like a dead pig, limp all over as if passed out.
Zhang Menglong returned to the peak of Dragon City and threw the person he was holding on the ground as if tossing out a bag of garbage.
"Hey, that seems to be the Sword Saint. I got him out for you to fight, just remember to back off a bit!" Zhang Menglong waved his hand like swatting a fly.
"That's the Sword Saint?"
"Seriously? He looks more like a petty thief."
"What just happened? He pulled the Sword Saint out of Dragon City in just a couple of minutes?"
"Come on! That's the Sword Saint, not some ordinary dude. What about his dignity?"
"The Sword Saint must be dumbfounded now. He was sleeping soundly at home, then got beaten up and dragged out by someone."
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Mo Xiaoxi indeed looked dumbfounded.
As the owner of Dragon City, he knew that Duan Xianchen had been challenging him for a decade.
Honestly, Mo Xiaoxi wasn't interested in fighting for the title of the number one Sword Cultivator. He preferred to immerse himself in swordsmanship and meditation, so he ignored all provocations and insults from Duan Xianchen over the years and gradually got used to it.
But he never expected a monster to show up today!
The formation passed down from his ancestors, powerful enough to kill Saints at their peak and repel demi-god level opponents, had been broken!
He didn't even know who did it when someone barged into his Cultivation Room and started dragging him outside.
Of course, he wouldn't let Zhang Menglong have his way and immediately counterattacked fiercely.
But Zhang Menglong's strength was far beyond his imagination. His proud swordsmanship was easily dismantled by Zhang Menglong's simple slashes and thrusts. The more he resisted, the harder the young man hit.
Half a minute later, he was defeated in one move by this young man, who then sealed his strength, dragging him out like a dog.
Even now, he didn't know who this youth was or why he was so terrifying.
Zhang Menglong released the energy seal on Mo Xiaoxi, who immediately backed off several hundred meters like a startled deer, making a vigilant gesture at Zhang Menglong.
"Who are you?" Mo Xiaoxi asked.
"I'm here waiting for a friend," Zhang Menglong replied. "That annoying guy kept cursing, messing with my mood. I had no choice but to drag you out so he could fight you. Once he's satisfied, he won't bother me anymore."
"Could you please go a little farther? I just want to take a quiet nap, really!"
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What kind of ridiculous reason is that?
Sword Saint Mo Xiaoxi was nearly in tears. With a bitter heart, he wondered why he got beaten up for seemingly no reason—because a young man wanted to nap.
For heaven's sake, is such willfulness necessary?
"Mo, my brother! You made me wait long enough!" Duan Xianchen approached. "Now that you're out, can we finally have a proper duel?"
Although Mo Xiaoxi hadn't responded to his challenge previously, he considered Duan Xianchen a formidable rival.
"So be it!" Mo Xiaoxi sighed. "It seems I'm destined to fight you, but regardless of the outcome, we have no hope of being the number one Sword Cultivator on the Stigma Continent!"
Despite the brief exchange, Mo Xiaoxi clearly knew the gap between himself and Zhang Menglong.
"Since I can't fight for the first, let me aim for the second!"
"Let's go!"
The duel between the Sword God and the Sword Saint would undoubtedly be spectacular. As they moved away, the onlookers were entirely distracted by them. As for their battle, Zhang Menglong wasn't interested at all—after all, neither was stronger than him.
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Three days later, news spread rapidly: the Sword God Duan Xianchen narrowly defeated the Sword Saint Mo Xiaoxi, becoming the second Sword Cultivator on the Stigma Continent!
Zhang Menglong was scrolling through the news and happened to see this .
At that moment, a figure suddenly descended from the sky and knelt before him. "Sword Immortal, I, Mo Xiaoxi, wish to take you as my master. I hope you can teach me supreme swordsmanship!"
Although Mo Xiaoxi was indifferent to fame, he was competitive. Since he lost this time, he could win next time.
But at his level, even a slight improvement in strength was difficult, and that was when he thought of Zhang Menglong. With his guidance, defeating Duan Xianchen would no longer be a dream!
"What the heck? What's going on?" Zhang Menglong hadn't reacted when another figure dropped to his knees in front of him.
"Mo Xiaoxi, you sly old fox, you want to surpass me? If I also take him as my master, you'll never beat me!"
Zhang Menglong: "Damn, are they really competing like this?"
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