I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Chapter 1843 - 1837:

"Second layer? That’s impossible!" The three of You Yang were also about to step forward to help Wan Ning, but the murderous aura stopped them in their tracks.

Every disciple of the Sunset Sect was enveloped in a deep blue flame aura, and the power emanating from any of them was no less than that of a core disciple who had used all their trump cards.

Before this, only just over a hundred people in the entire Sunset Sect had understood the Nine Nether Sunset Art, and among them, only a dozen or so had mastered the second layer. Most of these were elders or above, with the sole exception being the disciple named Wu Shuang.

This guy, Wu Shuang, was openly a rival for most in the Divine Profound Hall, but secretly, the entire Divine Profound Hall considered him a target that must be assassinated! If left unchecked, he might become the next Lei Poguan in a few years.

But Wu Shuang was not easy to kill!

First, he was exceptionally powerful. Ordinary core disciples were often killed instantly by him, and even direct disciples rarely managed to exchange a few moves with him. It would take a significant investment of manpower and resources to kill him.

Second, his whereabouts were elusive; he was a pure loner who acted independently both within and outside the sect. He never disclosed his whereabouts, making it extremely difficult to locate him.

To date, the Divine Profound Hall had launched several assassination attempts against Wu Shuang, but not once had they succeeded.

The closest they came to success involved dispatching over 2000 core disciples and direct disciples, plus 12 elders!

It happened while Wu Shuang was on a mission outside, and a disciple from the Divine Profound Hall happened to spot him.

Upon receiving this intel, the entire Divine Profound Hall immediately marshaled such a force to tail him.

That battle nearly shattered land equivalent to half a country. Wu Shuang himself sustained 122 wounds, 31 of which were fatal, yet how he managed to survive and break through their encirclement remains a mystery. More than half of the 2000 disciples were lost, and 4 elders perished while the rest were injured.

Wu Shuang himself almost died from his severe injuries and was in a coma for six months, only being saved through the full efforts of the entire Sunset Sect.

This demonstrates just how terrifying someone who has mastered the second layer of the Nine Nether Sunset Art can be. Even in later assassination attempts, some of those tasked with carrying out the mission developed psychological shadows, and a few backed out directly during the mission.

And now, over 8000 people have all mastered the second layer of the Nine Nether Sunset Art. The only difference between them and Wu Shuang is the life level, but beneath the Dao Realm, there are no bottlenecks for any superpower. With sufficient resources and time, advancing to the peak of divine cultivation is only a matter of time!

These individuals might become 8000 Wu Shuang in the future, and among this group of Wu Shuang, there’s even a chance of a few Lei Poguan emerging!

However, this is not their current concern. If these people were at the peak of divine cultivation, even two or three could wipe them out. What they need to consider is how they will die and whether there will be any remains left.

Fortunately, these people are only at the second or third grade of divine cultivation, strong as they might be, they don’t yet possess overwhelming power.

Of course, their goal to nip these geniuses in the bud is merely wishful thinking.

Right now, they need to think about how to break through and get back to the Divine Profound Hall.

"Maybe I should have checked the calendar before leaving; how did I end up with such an outrageous task?"

"8000 people who have mastered the second layer of the Nine Nether Sunset Art, what are we supposed to fight them with? Our heads? Even if our heads were smashed, we’d still be no match for them!"

"Forget thinking about winning; let’s first figure out how to retreat. It seems we’re already surrounded!"

At some unknowable point, the roles of hunter and prey had flipped; those 8000 intern disciples of the Sunset Sect had encircled their group, even intentionally blocking their retreat, showing they had no intention of letting them go.

"Hey, why are we planning to run before the fight even started?"

"You seemed pretty arrogant just a moment ago, ready to wipe us out entirely, so why are you retreating now? Are you planning to leave us a way out?"

"Come on, we’ve got some people to practice with; why not stick around and play for a bit."

While those intern disciples were still trash-talking, suddenly, a figure descended from the sky like a meteor, crashing hard onto the ground.

"Boom!"

The entire land shook violently, and the sand on the ground flew hundreds of meters into the air like a volcanic eruption under the immense impact.

Unbeknownst when, the figures of Zhang Menglong and Wan Ning had already vanished from the sky.

"What’s everyone dawdling for? Didn’t I say there wouldn’t be any overtime today?"

Zhang Menglong’s voice echoed from within the dust, and moments later, he emerged slowly as the dust thinned.

He was still shrouded in that intense red energy, and as he moved away, the irregular column of dust morphed into a transparent glass statue, revealing the surrounding temperature’s extremity.

His left hand gripped Wan Ning’s head, whose body was completely bare, even the hair singed off, resembling an elongated meatball. Wan Ning seemed to have passed out, hanging in Zhang Menglong’s grasp like a heap of garbage, his previous aura of invincibility entirely vanished after activating the divine vein.

"I thought he was supposed to be formidable, but a single punch nearly killed him," Zhang Menglong casually tossed him onto the top of the glass statue. If not for some faint signs of life, others might have believed Wan Ning dead.

"Is it over?"

"I haven’t even started, and he’s already finished?"

"As expected of the Clan Leader, truly the fastest man among us outer sect disciples."

"See, timing him with minutes was unnecessary; even seconds are flattering!"

"What just happened?" The three direct disciples were still in shock, during which Zhang Menglong had already acted. Before they even realized what happened, Wan Ning was sent flying by a single punch, leading to this scene.

They initially thought Wan Ning would at least put up a fight against Zhang Menglong, but now they’re unsure whether they overestimated Wan Ning or underestimated Zhang Menglong.

"Brothers, it’s our turn now!"

"Charge!"

"Should we leave those three direct disciples to us?"

"I can handle them alone!"

"Wait, those bastards are escaping, go catch them!"

"Damn, they’re running? Playing tactics, huh? Fortunately, the Clan Leader taught us some extra skills, otherwise, they might have actually gotten away!"

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

"Four Symbols Fist!"

"Instant Teleportation!"

"Flying Thor!"

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