I Inherited 5,000 Ye Chapter 1285 1289: Who Says the Dead Can't Be Revived?

"De... Demigod... No... He's stronger than a Demigod!"

Chan Shikong looked at Zhang nglong, too shocked to speak, his body even trembling from this imnse power.

As a Martial Artist of the Saint's third realm, Chan Shikong had spent his entire life pursuing the Demigod realm. However, on the entire Stigma Continent, Saints were already as rare as phoenix feathers, let alone Demigods. Despite a lifeti's efforts, he had never touched that realm.

Once, on the edge of the Sacred Earth Continent, he t a Demigod and even trained alongside him for thousands of years, living and eating with him. It was during this ti he realized the vast gap between himself and a Demigod, an existence that could doom him with just a glance.

Yet, Zhang nglong in front of him was even more terrifying than that Demigod. He could only sense that Zhang nglong was far superior, but he couldn't even gauge how much stronger with his current realm.

"Now, do you think I'm capable?" Zhang nglong pointed a finger downward, and an enormous pressure forced Chan Shikong to the ground, a mirror image of what had just happened.

Chan Shikong tried to struggle to his feet, but the pressure was so great he couldn't even straighten his back.

"Want to stand up?" Zhang nglong chuckled, his finger moved slightly again, an energy wave visible to the naked eye slamd down on him like a heavy hamr.

"Bang!"

Chan Shikong was smashed to the ground like a frog, leaving a large crater on the surface.

"Do you like ddling in others' affairs?"

"Bang!"

The crater expanded rapidly, dozens of ters in diater.

"Since you want to see who has the harder fist, I'll show you that in front of , a Saint is nothing!"

"Bang!"

Chan Shikong, struck repeatedly, could no longer stand, spitting blood, and even the invincible Saint's body showed cracks. Yet, Zhang nglong was using less than one percent of his power.

"You just asked if I was a Demigod, didn't you?" Zhang nglong continued his assault, "No, I'm not a Demigod, I'm a True God!"

...

A Saint being beaten like a dog, such a scene had never been witnessed, yet it seed so reasonable.

After a few more attacks, Chan Shikong lay like a dead dog, not moving at all on the ground.

"Heh! Tui!" Zhang nglong spat on him, "Saint? Worthless!"

[Ding, the dean has made an earth-shattering and ghost-god weeping display, earning 200 million Cred Points.]

[Ding, congratulations to the dean for achieving a title, gaining an extra reward of 500 million Cred Points.]

"Quick, quick, stop, I can't keep this up," Zhang nglong's state lasted less than half a minute, burning through two billion Cred Points.

Feeling Zhang nglong's energy return to the Void Transformation Realm, no one dared to move or make a sound, knowing not when Zhang nglong might erupt again and obliterate them.

"Anyone else want to stop ?" Zhang nglong's gaze swept over everyone present.

"No? Then I'll be going," Zhang nglong grabbed Lin Mofeng like a chick and left Chanling Academy under countless astonished gazes.

"Thank you all for your help today," Zhang nglong thanked, "Here's the remaining paynt!"

Zhang nglong distributed the Starstones to them.

"Mr. Zhang is too kind, honestly, whether we ca or not didn't make much difference, we were just there to support you."

"Yeah, it's the first ti in my life seeing a Martial Artist of the Saint's third realm, and then watching him get beaten like a dead dog, not sothing everyone gets to see. It's almost like getting paid to watch a show."

"If such good things happen again, feel free to call us, we'll co for free."

"Hahaha, then let's add each other as friends, maybe there'll be another opportunity in the future." Zhang nglong made a large group chat, pulling everyone in, then made a smaller group with the Saints.

Of course, even though they were repaying Zhang nglong's favor, Zhang nglong gave each of them so elixirs, which could be considered their reward for this ti.

"Sigh!" Zhang nglong looked at Xi Niaming's corpse and sighed.

"nglong?" At this mont, Xiao Nan and others awoke, "Where are we now?"

"Outside Chanling Academy," Zhang nglong replied, "You probably won't be able to go back anymore."

"Who would want to go to such a place," the young ones clenched their fists at the life-threatening place, "If it weren't for that damn academy, Sister Bing wouldn't have died."

"nglong, did you find Lin Mofeng?"

"Right over there?" Zhang nglong pointed to a cliff nearby.

Lin Mofeng was dangling there, his severed arm and other bleeding injuries, not yet killed by Zhang nglong, which almost drove him insane with fear for these two hours.

"His grandfather is an elder at Chanling Academy, how did you capture him?" Xiao Nan asked.

"I brought a group of hitn, beat up their old principal, and then captured him."

Such a simple sentence pushed the boundaries of everyone's imagination.

Even though they hadn't been in Chanling Academy long, they knew the principal was a Saint, and the old principal was probably even more terrifying.

Zhang nglong beat up the principal of Chanling Academy?

This... is this a sci-fi movie?

But thinking again, it wasn't entirely impossible, otherwise there wouldn't be any explanation for Lin Mofeng's current miserable state.

"No need to guess, I know several Saints, they owe

a favor," Zhang nglong said.

"Favors from Saints!?" They were dumbfounded.

"What do you plan to do with this one?" Zhang nglong pointed at Lin Mofeng.

"Letting him die like that is too easy."

"Isn't he fond of playing with won? I'll find a male beast to play him to death."

"One won't be enough! Ten!"

"Okay, leave it to !"

Zhang nglong dug out a large hole, several hundred square ters, leaving only a small exit, then threw Lin Mofeng in.

"Hold on a second!" Zhang nglong flew into the forest.

When he returned, he was holding so grotesque Warcraft, huge and struggling relentlessly, but unable to break free from Zhang nglong's power.

"Eat!" Zhang nglong tossed so elixirs into those Warcraft's mouths.

"nglong, what did you feed them?"

"Humph!" Zhang nglong snorted coldly, "Strong aphrodisiacs and vitality-enhancing dicines, they'll stay vigorous for days."

"Your thods... tsk tsk."

"He deserved it!"

...

The cave echoed with Lin Mofeng's screams, and after it's over, he'd likely be torn to pieces by the Warcraft, a relatively rciful end for him.

"Ah, Sister Bing..."

"Let's take her body back, we should just stick to being local lords in our little place, dreaming of going out into this world isn't for us."

"Yeah..."

"No need to take her body back," Zhang nglong said, "If her parents saw it, it'd be heartbreaking."

"Are we to cremate Sister Bing here?"

"We have ways to preserve her body, let her family grieve gradually."

"No, that's not what I an," Zhang nglong said, "Wouldn't it be better to take back a living, breathing her?"

"??? "

"What do you an?"

Zhang nglong smiled, "Who says the dead can't be revived?"