Zhang Menglong’s voice suddenly caught the attention of the surrounding martial artists.
The Ding Family was now in its heyday; who would dare to speak to them with such a tone and attitude? In the Ancient Martial Arts World, fighting and killing were common, especially among top-level martial artists. Even if someone killed another in broad daylight, no one would dare to object.
"Who is this person to speak to the Ding Family like that?"
"It looks like the Ding Family owes him money?"
"Hmm? He’s not even a martial artist? Could he be a peripheral member in charge of managing the family’s assets? Is he looking for death?"
"I think I’ve seen this person; isn’t that aircraft carrier docked in the harbor his?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I just walked past him, and it seemed like he was called Zhang Ritian, a member of the Ritian Sect."
"What Ritian Sect? I’ve never heard of such a sect. Can any Tom, Dick, or Harry now attend our annual grand gathering of the Ancient Martial Arts World?"
"Look, aren’t those people from the Liu Family? Why are they so close to this Ritian Sect person?"
"They’re probably going to be unlucky too."
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Suddenly, a burst of whispers arose around them, and the Liu Family members’ faces changed immediately; they had never anticipated that Zhang Menglong would suddenly come into conflict with the Ding Family.
The current Ding Family was no longer what it used to be, with a Martial God of the Mythical Realm sitting in power; they were beyond the reach of the Liu Family.
The Ding Family was known for its bullying and unruly behavior. Even if Zhang Menglong had a strong background, he was just an ordinary person, and the only martial artist with him was a Level Four. If the Ding Family became enraged, it was possible they could kill him with a single slap.
Being so close to Zhang Menglong, the Liu Family might end up as collateral damage. It was better to quickly disassociate themselves.
"Mr. Zhang, we have a few old friends to meet, so we must take our leave," said the head of the Liu Family hurriedly.
"Oh, sure, feel free to go!" With Liu Yunyi, this prodigy, the Liu Family held no more value for Zhang Menglong.
"Hey, what’s your name again, Ding Muyun, right? When exactly will you pay back the 100 billion you owe me? Let me tell you, you only have two or three days left before your Life and Death Talisman activates. If you don’t have the antidote by then, you’re a dead man."
This month was the most painful one Ding Muyun had ever lived since he was born.
When Zhang Menglong spoke of the Life and Death Talisman activating, he meant its power would fully erupt, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t activate normally!
The Life and Death Talisman, a supremely Yin object, would act up due to the temperature changes when it was hottest at noon. Although not as powerful as the monthly major eruptions, it could still make life unbearably painful.
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This month, every day, Ding Muyun suffered the torment of the Life and Death Talisman. The Ding Family searched for famous doctors and even performed several CT scans on him, but they found nothing in his body.
The elder named Ding Kui was even more miserable. Zhang Menglong’s burst of energy that day shattered his sternum and even damaged his meridians, causing his strength to plummet from a Level Nine Grandmaster to Level Seven.
Having been reduced to this state, the Ding Family certainly would not let it go. Ding Muyun was the only male of this generation in the Ding Family; if something happened to him, the family line would end.
Although the Ding Family was financially strong, coming up with 100 billion Huaxia currency in cash was almost impossible, so resolving this matter through physical force was the only possibility!
At that time, Ding Moyi, Ding Muyun’s grandfather and the strongest in the Ding Family, was training in a martial art and had instructed the family not to disturb him before this grand event, which is why the issue had been dragging on till now.
After coming out of seclusion, Ding Moyi had become a Level Three, top-level Martial God and even achieved great success in his martial arts practice. In a rage, he wiped out two rival families and even killed a Martial God!
Originally, he had planned to seek Zhang Menglong for an explanation on behalf of Ding Muyun after the grand event had ended, but unexpectedly, he ran into his nemesis earlier than anticipated!
"Grandfather, it was him, he is the one who injured me and the second elder!" Ding Muyun suddenly remembered, this time he was not alone; his grandfather was also a powerful fighter in the Mythical Realm, who might not lose to Zhang Menglong!
Moreover, he had personally seen his grandfather kill a Martial Artist of the same Mythical Realm with one palm strike. In his heart, apart from the Martial God, his grandfather was almost an invincible fighter!
"Oh, you are his grandfather?" Zhang Menglong’s gaze rested on the fierce-looking old man.
Ding Muyun had an unpleasant, disgusting feeling about his Inner Strength, making him feel that something was not quite right with the Ding Family.
"You are his grandfather, then you should be able to make decisions, right? Your grandson has been causing trouble in my territory, and now he owes me 100 billion...no, including one month’s interest, I won’t ask for much, just 1200 billion!"
"Isn’t that asking a lot? What kind of interest accrues 20% in a month? Even loan sharks aren’t that ruthless, right?" The surrounding Ancient Martial Artists were all stunned.
Did this young man really not know that Ding Moyi was a high-level expert in the Mythical Realm?
Let alone getting this money back, just injuring two people from the Ding Family, given their character, meant they were already intent on a fight to the death; how could he still dare to ask for interest?
"Are you that person?" Ding Moyi sized up Zhang Menglong from head to toe.
To be able to injure the second elder merely with his aura alone meant he was definitely a high-level expert in the Mythical Realm, but Zhang Menglong was unbelievably young; how could he be in the Mythical Realm?
"Could he be using some method to disguise his age and realm?" wonder signed Ding Moyi.
But the more he thought about it, the more cautious he had to be in dealing with such people. Ding Moyi admitted he was no saint, but he had survived up to now because, apart from his luck, he was always extremely cautious.
"I’ll give you a chance, heal the injuries on my grandson, then chop off your own hands and feet. If you’re lucky enough not to die, we’ll let this matter rest!" Ding Moyi emitted a fierce aura, clearly suppressing his urge to kill. Stay connected through freewebnovel
"I’m trying to reason with you, why do you like to play dirty?" Zhang Menglong helplessly touched his forehead, "Alright, I got it, you want to fight, right? Bring it on!"
Zhang Menglong extended two fingers and gestured to Ding Moyi.
"You little beast, you’re asking for death!" Being provoked like this by a young man was intolerable even for an ordinary Martial Artist, let alone for him, a powerful figure in the Mythical Realm!
He believed, even if Zhang Menglong was a high-level expert in the Mythical Realm, he could not match him with his unique Inner Strength and techniques!
Ding Moyi suddenly moved, and all anyone saw was a faint afterimage; his figure had already appeared in front of Zhang Menglong, and his hand, glowing with dark Inner Strength, was now an inch away from Zhang Menglong’s chest.
Zhang Menglong smiled faintly, "Gou Dan! Give me the power of the Mount Heaven Grandmother!"
"Boom!" The palm strength, capable of shattering a mountain peak and compounded with venomous Inner Strength, hit Zhang Menglong directly in the chest, the palm wind even cracked the ground around them.
"This young man is done for!"
"This... Three days ago, the Sect Leader of the Luo Yun Sect died under the very same palm, and it was said that just one palm strike shattered all his bones, turning his body so venomous it had to be cremated."
"Isn’t it better to enjoy life with money instead of muddling in these troubled waters?"
This palm hit Zhang Menglong squarely in the chest, leading everyone to believe he was undoubtedly going to die!
But then, Zhang Menglong took out his hand from his pocket and casually popped a piece of gum into his mouth.
"Is that all the strength you have? Didn’t you eat?"