I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1350 - 1354: We Are His Enemies Too

Chapter 1350: Chapter 1354: We Are His Enemies Too
"But, Dean, the Beiming Holy Land isn’t just an ordinary place. Plus, it’s said that news has already spread. It’s quite an embarrassment for a Holy Land to be stormed single-handedly and have a third of it blown up."
"Hmm," Zhang Menglong nodded, generally, organizations and forces like this are very concerned about saving face. Wang Min’s actions certainly rubbed their Holy Land’s face right into the dirt. "So what does this execution mean?"
"In the Beiming Holy Land, there’s a special place designated for executing those who have committed grave sins. It’s said that it gathers an intense World Force, capable of amassing extreme power. Back when it was at its peak, Beiming Holy Land had some extraordinarily powerful beings that couldn’t be killed by ordinary means, so this is also a method they devised to execute him!"
"Moreover, they’ve invited a bunch of other Holy Land people to witness it, wanting to use this public execution as a way to restore face for their Beiming Holy Land."
"How much time does he have left on the Central Asian hourglass?" Zhang Menglong asked.
"I don’t know either, why don’t you ask him yourself, @Wang Min!"
"???" Zhang Menglong was stunned, @Wang Min for what? Can he even reply?
"Dean, two and a half more days, hurry up!" Surprisingly, Wang Min actually responded, making the situation a bit ridiculous.
"What’s going on?"
"Dean, although I can’t move with my golden body active, I can still surf the internet. Otherwise, how do you think they found out about my troubles," Wang Min said.
Even though he’s in danger, there wasn’t a hint of tension or fear in his voice, it was clear he was a seasoned show-off, with commendable psychological fortitude.
"Seeing you so calm puts me at ease," Zhang Menglong said, "Don’t worry, we’ll definitely make it before your golden body fades!"
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At Beiming Holy Land, preparations for the execution were in full swing.
In fact, if they’d summoned a Demigod from the Holy Land, even with a golden body, Wang Min wouldn’t stand a chance. But those old guys are usually deep into their cultivation, and wouldn’t come out unless the Holy Land was in ruins, nor would the Holy Land people disturb them lightly.
Besides, they didn’t think the situation warranted the ancestor’s intervention yet.
At the entrance of Beiming Holy Land, guests arrived one group after another to witness the event. It seemed less like an execution and more like a celebration.
Actually, it wasn’t just Beiming Holy Land that Wang Min had provoked. When he entered that relic, apart from Beiming Holy Land, the Saint Heirs and Saintesses from three other Holy Lands were there too. Those three Saint Heirs had all been beaten up by Wang Ling, and even the Saintesses had been teased.
So to the Holy Land, executing Wang Min was a source of great delight.
The matter of receiving guests was overseen by Beiming Holy Land’s Saint Heir, Ming Lie. In fact, he was the biggest victim in all this. As the Saint Heir, Saintess Ming Xinyue was supposed to be his wife. Now not only did his wife run off with someone else, but the lover even stormed into the Holy Land, clearly marking him the cuckold.
However, in reality, they had no relationship yet. To maintain the Bloodline’s best condition, they had to wait until reaching the Saint Realm to marry, so aside from an engagement, there wasn’t much of a relationship or affection.
But saving face was important!
"Welcome, everyone, to our Beiming Holy Land. Please, come in!" Ming Lie, though mmp-ing deep inside, had to silently endure the sympathetic looks from other Saint Heirs.
"Hey, Brother Lie, life’s tough, gotta wear some green. Stay strong."
"I heard your Holy Land got half blown up. How’d you let a nobody crap on you like that? Brother Lie, this is really embarrassing."
"Leave Brother Lie alone. I’ve met that kid," another Saint Heir finally stood up to speak fairly. "Wang Min isn’t just any ordinary guy. He single-handedly pushed back a Saint Realm puppet for a full second. Which of you could do that?"
This statement shocked many Saint Heirs who were unaware. What kind of freak could withstand a Saint Realm strike for even a second with Semi-Saint power?
"I wanna grind his bones to dust!" one Saint Heir clenched his fist, teeth gritting.
"What did he do to you?" Ming Lie asked, thinking that perhaps his situation wasn’t the worst.
"Nothing!" the Saint Heir turned and walked inside, but his twitching face gave it away.
They had had a dispute over a treasure, and Wang Min defeated him with a single move. It would have ended there, but then he sneak-attacked Wang Min, who in turn hung him upside down and burned off his eyebrows, leg hair, hair, and other body hair with Strange Fire. Until now, his follicles were still unable to grow hair due to the fire poison clogging them.
So now, whenever he goes out, he wears a hoodie and mask.
"Who are you guys? I don’t remember inviting you. Which Holy Land are you from?" Suddenly, Ming Lie spotted a face among the guests he didn’t recognize. He was sure they weren’t from any Holy Land, and he hadn’t invited them.
"Well, hello Saint Heir, we’re from the Shamate Clan," said a Martial Artist with red and green hair.
"You’re from the Shamate Clan?" Ming Lie exclaimed. Recently, this was an organization with a rapidly growing reputation. Word had it that despite being established only a few years ago, they were known throughout Stigma Continent.
He scanned them with his divine sense; their individual aura was at least at the peak of Wheel Mystery, yet he couldn’t fully gauge their power, and some of them were even at the Saint Realm!
Their presence immediately put him on alert, but the Holy Land hadn’t crossed paths with the Shamate Clan before, had they?
"Forgive our intrusion," the leading youth said. "I’m Sha Fire, and we’re here for that troublemaker Wang Min!"
"So, do you guys have beef with him too?" Ming Lie suddenly felt these people might be allies, and put away his metaphorical 40-meter sword.
"We have an unending grudge with him!"
"Exactly! We’ve been searching for him for years but couldn’t find him. Thank you for capturing him."
They didn’t specify the grudge, but the other Saint Heirs could probably guess — it must’ve been quite bad to be too embarrassed to mention.
"Upon hearing the news, we rushed over, hoping to see him punished. So we hope the Saint Heir wouldn’t mind."
"Not at all!" Ming Lie put on a smile. Not only were the enemy’s enemies friends, they were on the same boat of misfortune. Furthermore, even Holy Land elders had mentioned the Shamate Clan, known for having a few people who were all geniuses, even ranking highly in St. Eternal’s rankings now.
Such an opportunity for connection shouldn’t be missed.
"Please come in. We’ll make sure you have the best seats, and stay for a drink afterwards!"
"Hahaha, thank you for your hospitality, Saint Heir."
"Absolutely, we love banquets."
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"And you guys are..."
"We’re from the Ginyu Force, also Wang Min’s enemies!"
"We’re the Ultra Seven Brothers, and we have beef with him too!"
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