"Grandpa!"

"Family head!"

The Ding Family members quickly crowded around and helped Ding Moyi up.

"Family head... you..." The great elder of the Ding Family was also a martial artist of the Mythical Realm, Level One. He immediately noticed that Ding Moyi's cultivation of inner strength had shockingly plummeted from the Level Three of the Mythical Realm to a Level Eight Grandmaster martial artist!

Practicing ancient martial arts was a process of unlocking human potential. During this process, human genes would undergo a transition, and strength was merely a secondary effect brought by this genetic shift.

If one entered the Mythical Realm, at a minimum, a human's lifespan could increase to over 150 years, even exceeding 200 years. That's why many grandmaster martial artists spent their entire lives unable to step into the Mythical Realm.

Falling from the Mythical Realm to the Grandmaster level was more terrifying than a nightmare for any martial artist!

"He drained all the inner strength from my body!" Although he was reluctant to admit it, Ding Moyi had to face this reality; his efforts over the past two years had been utterly wasted.

"What kind of martial arts is this? I have never heard of any that could devour someone else's inner strength." The great elder looked at Zhang Menglong with eyes full of fear. If their family head, a martial artist of the Level Three Mythical Realm, had been drained by Zhang Menglong, his fate would likely be even worse!

"He just said that this technique is the Beiming Divine Art."

"Beiming Divine Art? But isn't that a technique from a novel?"

"Right, he even made up names like Zhang Ritian and Ritian Sect, so what's so strange about making up a form of martial arts?" Ding Moyi said enduringly through the intense pain, "Perhaps he has stumbled upon some powerful ancient martial arts from the prehistoric era by chance."

"A martial art that can absorb an opponent's inner strength is far too terrifying..."

The surrounding martial artists had also noticed the change in Ding Moyi's realm and beyond reveling in his misfortune, it also caused them to reassess this so-called wealthiest person in the world.

"Ding Moyi has actually been defeated..."

"A technique that can devour inner strength, what kind of martial arts has he practiced?"

"He's only in his twenties. Given a few more years, perhaps even the Martial Gods won't be able to suppress him!"

"I... don't even know if Ritian Sect is taking disciples this time."

"Damn! Right! I heard that Ritian Sect was just established by Zhang Menglong and hasn't even been filed with the Ancient Martial Association yet. There aren't many people yet; joining would be like skyrocketing to success!"

...

As the power of Tianshan Tonglao dispersed, Zhang Menglong returned to his original realm, but he found that his strength, originally at Level Seven, had reached Level Eight!

Actually, the inner strength Zhang Menglong had absorbed from Ding Moyi was enough for an ordinary martial artist to advance from Level Seven to Level Eight dozens of times. But how pure was Zhang Menglong's inner strength?

To him, Ding Moyi's inner strength was practically like trash, needing several rounds of refinement and condensation to match his inner strength's purity. After circulating in his body a few times, it barely helped him break through.

Even so, this gain was quite substantial, at least saving him a week or two of cultivation time.

"Come on, let's go again!" Zhang Menglong, having tasted the benefits, was eager for more experiences that could potentially make him a true Mythical Realm martial artist soon.

Seeing Zhang Menglong's strength, if the Ding Family members dared to make a move, they would be insane—who would want their hard-earned inner strength to benefit someone else?

"I mean, why do you people enjoy fighting and killing so much? It's only right to pay debts. Your grandson owes me money, so he should pay me back. With one month overdue, there should be interest. I'm talking reason with you, but you just want to play dirty!" Zhang Menglong said righteously.

"Zhang Menglong, do I owe you money? That's just blatant robbery!" Ding Muyun glared angrily at Zhang Menglong.

"Everyone, look, everyone, look!" Zhang Menglong raised his voice, "They are still being unreasonable! You guys be the judge, I bought a piece of land in the suburbs of Jiangnan City. The Land Bureau granted me development and usage rights. So, doesn't this land belong to me?"

The crowd nodded in agreement. Since the government had granted the development and usage rights, the ownership of the land was naturally indisputable.

"So, if people live on my land and pay protection fees on my land, shouldn't I protect them?"

The martial artists nodded again. Although it was never openly discussed, the collection of protection fees was very common in the Ancient Martial Arts World. You pay the protection fee within my territory, I protect you—it's only fair and square!

"Then, this Ding Muyun, he stormed into my territory with his thugs, bullied the people on my land, and destroyed the flora on my land. Shouldn't I ask them for compensation?"

"This seems okay too." This logic, having listened to it, was reasonable and flawless.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Ding Muyun said, "We admit we are not as skilled, but have you ever heard of someone demanding 100 billion Huaxia yuan in total for emotional distress, medical, and parking fees?"

"100 billion?"

"Fuck! That's just blatant robbery!"

"Epic, epic!"

"That does seem a bit much..."

"Be confident, drop the 'seems'!"

"But if it were me, if someone bullied my people on my territory, I guess I'd be even more outrageous!"

...

"What's wrong? Weren't you being all arrogant just now? Playing hooligan didn't work, now you want to reason with me?" Zhang Menglong laughed, "I'm also a world's wealthiest man. You might want to ask around. In my case, it's always about billions of US dollars. Right now, it's only billions of Huaxia yuan, which is already a bargain!"

"That's actually true," Chen Bingyu whispered to Liu Yunyi, "You don't know, but some time ago, when foreign racers came to challenge Mr. Zhang, he'd start with a bet of 10 billion US dollars, and he wouldn't care for any less!"

"But, sir, is what Mr. Zhang doing really not going to be a problem?" Liu Yunyi was a bit worried.

"Don't worry, the small Dong Family doesn't even register on Mr. Zhang's radar!"

Chen Bingyu knew that Teacher Xiong Ba at the Martial Arts Academy branch was at the peak of the Mythical Realm. With such strength, even a Martial God emerging wouldn't scare Zhang Menglong. Of course, she didn't know that these teachers couldn't leave Super God Academy, otherwise she wouldn't be so confident.

Zhang Menglong swept a meaningful look over the members of the Ding Family, "But now I don't want to reason with you. I still prefer to play the hooligan. Just now, you hit me a total of 17 palms, 10 billion for each palm, making it 170 billion, plus the original 1.2 trillion, which rounds it up to 3 trillion!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Many people choked on hearing the number, this rounding up added yet another 100 billion—it really was hooliganism!

"Zhang Menglong, we are not as skilled as you; if you want to kill, then kill, the Ding Family is not made up of cowards!" Ding Moyi, aged over seventy, had seen it all and was quite tough, "It's either us or them in the end!"

The elders of the Ding Family immediately stood in front of Zhang Menglong, ready to face death bravely.

"Kill you?" Zhang Menglong shook his head like a rattle drum, "I'm not that kind of person. I am a law-abiding, honorable party member. How could I kill someone?"

"What on earth do you want?"

"I won't kill you. If you don't pay the money, I'll just humiliate you!"

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