I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1377 - 1381: I’m a Loser

Chapter 1377: Chapter 1381: I’m a Loser
A perfect creature-level attack shattered Soga’s arrogance in an instant. This attack, imbued with the power of destruction, was beyond what he could endure. If not for the fact that this force was merely a remnant, it could have claimed his life!
"Can you release my friends now?" Hundreds of broken remnants of perfect creatures floated around Zhang Menglong. If he wished, a hundred attacks could kill Soga a hundred times, ensuring not a single cell remained.
Even the other Main Gods nearby instinctively moved away. A careless injury here would be unjust; once hit, there was no surviving it.
The chains on Hui and the others fell off instantly. Their injuries weren’t too severe, only leaving them slightly disheveled.
"Are you alright?"
"No problem; he couldn’t afford to use full force just to lure you out."
"Sorry to have used you as shields." Zhang Menglong walked up to Soga, constantly watching his every move to prevent him from making any desperate actions.
"I said earlier, apologize to my friends. Where’s their stuff?"
Soga slowly raised his head, glaring at Zhang Menglong with venom in his eyes. "Don’t push it!"
"I am pushing it, so what!" Zhang Menglong controlled a remnant pressing against Soga’s head. "I have bigger fists now, so I can push. Can you kill me?"
Soga really wanted to perish together with Zhang Menglong. When had a Main God ever been humiliated like this by a Saint in front of so many people? It was intolerable!
But the perfect creature’s attack was terrifying. He couldn’t even mobilize his energy, and the destructive force consuming his life forms continued to ravage his body.
He grabbed his shoulder and tore off half of it.
Black smoke emerged from the torn shoulder, spreading instantly before completely disappearing.
The scene made everyone else gasp; not just because of the terror of the perfect creature’s power, but also because of Soga’s ruthlessness toward himself, even Zhang Menglong had to admit he was quite hardcore.
After all this, Soga’s condition slightly improved. Losing an arm could be recovered, but it would greatly weaken him, preventing full recovery before the next Nine-story Tower trial.
"Hey, what are you pretending for? Hurry up!" Zhang Menglong urged. "One million each, speed it up!"
Soga clenched his fists but then relaxed, seeing the remnants of perfect creatures surrounding Zhang Menglong.
He had nearly lost his life from just one attack piercing his shoulder. If it had been aimed at his head, even his godhead would be destroyed instantaneously, with no chance for desperate recovery.
Looking at the middle world now, Zhang Menglong could probably act with impunity! Though there were just over ten thousand attacks, who could ensure they wouldn’t target him?
"Take it!" Soga pulled out a space storage device and threw it over, then stood up with difficulty, clutching his severely wounded arm as he stumbled out of the crowd.
"Wait!"
Soga shuddered. "I’ve given you the compensation you wanted, what more do you want?"
"Isn’t it obvious? You apologized to them but haven’t apologized to me. Did you forget you robbed me?" Zhang Menglong said, "Your memory can’t be that bad, right? Or do you need me to remind you?"
"You..." Soga gritted his teeth and threw over another million Starstones.
"This isn’t enough," Zhang Menglong said disdainfully. "Are the martial arts techniques and cultivation insights left by someone like Longduo worth just this few Starstones? Are you kidding me!"
"Also, do you look down on me? Is your apology to me only worth a million Starstones?"
"How much do you want?"
"I want it all! If there’s even one missing, I’ll take it from your corpse myself!" Zhang Menglong said forcefully, leaving no room for negotiation.
"You..."
"An attractive person?"
"I..."
"A big fool?"
Zhang Menglong began his trash-talking session.
"Everything’s here, there’s nothing more." Soga took out all the Starstones on him.
In total, there were over sixteen million, not matching Longduo but adding to the seven million just now, the twenty-three million Starstones was quite a fortune in itself.
"Thank you, boss. Welcome back next time!" Zhang Menglong turned to the others, "Everyone enjoyed the show, want to do business with me? 2500 Starstones for a drop of perfect creature blood, I’ll take as many as you have!"
"He can wield remnants of perfect creatures; can he devour their blood too?"
"Did you hear? I’ll take as many as there are! The energy in a drop is comparable to an ordinary Main God. Is his body a bottomless pit? Can he, as a Saint, bear such impact without limit?"
"Selling?"
"Of course, we can’t use it, why keep it? A price this good may not come around again."
"True, even if he becomes mighty, it doesn’t affect us. He might even help us leave this wretched place!"
"I have three drops here!"
"I have one drop too!"
"Alas, I really have none left."
...
Zhang Menglong used up the remaining over ten million Starstones, securing thousands more drops of perfect creature blood. With the previous ones, it seemed possible to advance to the realm of a True God.
"Oh, by the way, just a reminder everyone, I’m just a Saint, but I’d appreciate if the esteemed seniors don’t bother me or my friends. I may not kill everyone, but a couple of extreme one-on-two’s isn’t a problem!"
This statement from Zhang Menglong served as protection for Hui and the others, making it unlikely anyone would target them again.
"Here you go!" Zhang Menglong distributed the Starstones among them. "I’ll be in seclusion for a while, so handle things yourselves. Heal up first; the next Nine-story Tower trial should open soon. Find some life-saving items as a priority."
"Got it!"
Having given all instructions, Zhang Menglong turned and entered his room.
"It’s started!" Zhang Menglong opened a hundred drops of blood. Though this terrifying energy didn’t burst through the room, it made the entire area quake violently, a tremor that those outside could clearly feel.
"What amount of perfect creature blood did he absorb this time?"
"At least dozens of drops, right? One drop would be lethal for me!"
"This kid is a freak; a drop should elevate him to a Main God’s level, right? How’s he absorbing dozens of drops?"
However, a moment later, the quake’s intensity increased nearly tenfold!
This indicated Zhang Menglong opened at least ten times more perfect creature blood than before!
"When he emerges, won’t he become a Main God directly?"
"No way! Doesn’t his body have a bottleneck? He just needs to devour energy? No comprehension required?"
"I always thought I was a genius, but compared to him, I’m merely garbage!"
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