I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1352 - 1356: Is Stealing Blue Buff Really a Mortal Enemy?

Chapter 1352: Chapter 1356: Is Stealing Blue Buff Really a Mortal Enemy?
The people present were accustomed to rough seas, but seeing the World Force retreat just from one sentence was something new for them.
The World Force is the most ultimate power on the Stigma Continent. The birth of top-level experts, top-rated elixirs, and weapons all require the tempering of the World Force.
Faced with the World Force, one can only choose to confront and endure it; no one has ever dispersed it. Such an event is unprecedented in the history of the Stigma Continent.
Just this scene alone sent waves of trepidation through the people of the Beiming Holy Land.
"Who’s causing a ruckus in my Beiming Holy Land?" At this point, as the masters of the Beiming Holy Land, they couldn’t just pretend that nothing had happened.
"Oh wow, the Dean is here!"
"Wuhu, brothers, the show is starting."
"Can someone get me another bag of sunflower seeds? I’m out."
The originally solemn and silent atmosphere on site suddenly became lively. The people of Beiming Holy Land and the other guests didn’t know why the spectators suddenly got as excited as if they were watching a movie.
"It’s hardly a ruckus, but your Holy Land captured my people and is planning to execute him without a word. Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?"
"Your people?" The elder of the Beiming Holy Land’s expression turned cautious. Clearly, the visitor was here for Wang Min.
"Sir, Wang Min intruded into our Beiming Holy Land and injured our people. If we don’t punish him, how can we stand on the Stigma Continent in the future?"
"Things aren’t as simple as you say, right?" Zhang Menglong said. "If he caused trouble on purpose, then even if you didn’t punish him, I would. But from my understanding, he brought sincere intentions to propose, and you all obstructed him, forcing him to resist in desperation, isn’t it?"
The elder’s expression became somewhat awkward. He was present at the time, and Wang Min wasn’t just polite but also wore a strange black tuxedo, said to be the most formal dress from his place, signifying his genuine intent.
But because of the Saintess’s special status, they couldn’t marry her to anyone other than the Saint Heir, as this would affect the purity of their Holy Land’s future heir’s bloodline.
They claimed to test Wang Min’s strength. The Saintess’s suitor must be exceptionally talented, and Wang Min indeed defeated a group of excellent youths, including the Saint Heir. However, because he went a bit overboard and injured Ming Lie, the situation got out of control.
In the martial arts spar, the Beiming Holy Land used this as an excuse to attack Wang Min, as it was indeed embarrassing for their Saint Heir to be defeated. If word got out, it would attract mockery from other Holy Lands.
Subsequently, the Beiming Holy Land surrounded him with more people, and Wang Min, in a moment of passion, decided to take Ming Xinyue away, escalating the conflict.
Of course, in front of so many people, he couldn’t blame the Holy Land and could only put all the responsibility on Wang Min.
"Hmph, Wang Min knew this was a spar, yet he was ruthless, injuring our Saint Heir. We merely asked for an explanation, but he attempted to take the Saintess. If we don’t sanction him, where is our Holy Land’s dignity?"
"Forget it, I’m not here to argue. Give me face, release him, and change the decorations here. Let’s hold the wedding and turn hostility into friendship. I’ll even prepare a dowry and start the banquet!"
"Sir, such big words. To ask our Holy Land to hand over the Saintess, who do you think you are? Hiding and not daring to show your face?"
"Alas, I just fear my handsome face will outshine the groom. Since you asked me to appear, here I am." Zhang Menglong slowly emerged in mid-air. "Am I handsome?"
"You..." Those gazes on Zhang Menglong suddenly froze. "You’re Zhang Menglong, the headmaster of Ritian International Culture and Martial Arts School?"
"Elder, you have good eyes!" Zhang Menglong laughed. "Since you know me, can we discuss this? Can you release him now?"
"Hahaha, others might fear you, Zhang Menglong, but not us. Our Beiming Holy Land isn’t a pushover!" The elder’s attitude toward Zhang Menglong’s appearance seemed unchanged. Based on their understanding of the school, at most, he was a Demigod.
They also had Demigods, and theirs was one of the oldest Demigods, as there are different levels of Demigods!
"If that’s the case, I’ll have to take him by force. I suggest you don’t stop me, or it’ll cost you a lot in repairs."
"Such arrogance!" said the elder, "You’re alone today. No matter how strong, how many can you fight?"
Zhang Menglong’s aura was indeed Demi-Saint level, and by his estimation, Zhang Menglong’s strength surpassed Wang Min’s. If Wang Min could gain some ground against a Second Realm Saint, then Zhang Menglong might match a Third Realm Saint!
As impressive as that combat power is, they had quite a few Third Realm Saints and even Saint Peaks in their Beiming Holy Land.
"Who said I came alone?" Zhang Menglong said, "You all have been watching and snacking; isn’t it time to step up?"
"What?" The eyes of the Beiming Holy Land’s people all focused on those young elites from Super God Academy. They were actually accomplices of Zhang Menglong and Wang Min!
"We’ve been tricked!" They suddenly realized that these people who claimed to have grudges against Wang Min were, in fact, just like him, bizarre, almost all capable of rivaling Saints, clearly a team! They just didn’t notice earlier.
"Headmaster, we haven’t even watched enough yet, and you’re already calling us to the fight. It’s not fun!"
"Forget it. I am Sharp-Young Master of the Underworld!"
"I am ESO dance lead, Wang Erbo!"
"I am TF babie’s Yi Yang Dry Clean!"
"I am Kasukabe Crayon, rest assured!"
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"You..." Ming Lie, the Saint Heir of Beiming Holy Land, felt as if his intelligence was being rubbed in the dirt. "Weren’t you guys all holding grudges against Wang Min? Despicable and shameless!"
"Yes, we hold grudges against him, but we never said why we came, did we?"
"Exactly, that dog owes me 500 bucks and hasn’t paid it back yet. Isn’t that a blood feud?"
"Once in a game, he took my mid lane’s blue buff while playing top. Isn’t that a long-standing grudge?"
"Once we got drunk, he posted a picture of me drunk on his social media. Isn’t he a scoundrel? I wasn’t lying to you!"
"He photoshopped only himself nicely in our group photo. Could you endure that?"
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Ming Lie’s face kept twitching. Even with the lowest IQ, he now clearly understood he had been played.
Over five thousand individuals, all exuding auras not weaker than a Saint’s, with some even at the Saint Realm themselves!
Even someone like Wang Min, a Semi-Saint, could turn their Holy Land upside down, let alone these over five thousand people. They could probably renovate the entire Holy Land’s soil a thousand times!
Zhang Menglong looked at the elder and said, "One person isn’t enough, but five thousand should be sufficient for you to release him, right?"