Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System-Chapter 245 - This is My Ancestral Great Sword

Chapter 245: Chapter 245 This is My Ancestral Great Sword Chapter 245: Chapter 245 This is My Ancestral Great Sword “`

“Retreat!”

Fang Jueyu’s swordsmanship far exceeded their expectations.

Was this truly a powerful attack that could be launched by an Acquired Martial Artist?

But why could he, with a cultivation at the Peak of Gangjin, harness the power of heaven and earth?

“Protective Sword Gang!” The four elders knew that, at this moment, they couldn’t rely on their status.

If they didn’t join forces, there was no way they could withstand this move, and they would all be injured!

“Clang, clang, clang!” The Sword Array was blocked by the Protective Gang Qi of the four elders, half a meter in front of them.

Each sword emitted a continuous buzzing sound, yet it couldn’t advance an inch nor retreat a fraction.

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The four people wore extremely grim expressions.

Protective Gang Qi was a unique ability of Gangjin practitioners, and even bullets couldn’t penetrate this layer of Gang Qi.

However, Fang Jueyu’s attack was ten times more terrifying than a bullet.

They bore an immense amount of pressure.

Even working together, they could barely fend off Fang Jueyu’s attack.

This move had already surpassed the limits of a Gangjin practitioner!

At this moment, Wang Cong and Chen Menghan finally arrived, but they never expected to witness such a shocking scene.

Fang Jueyu, relying solely on his own power, controlled hundreds of sharp swords, pushing the four Elders of the Gucang Sword Sect at the Peak of Gangjin to such a point.

“What’s his background?” Chen Menghan felt a sense of pressure from that move that even Innate Martial Artists had never given her.

Where in the world could you find such swordsmanship?

“Damn, Lao Fang, is this Sword Control Technique?

That’s awesome.

Teach me next time!”

“You guessed it?” Wang Cong’s nonsensical conjecture was actually correct.

“Alright, when we get back, I’ll teach you.

As long as you’re willing to put in the effort and time, I guarantee you can beat this group in a year!”

“A year?” Chen Menghan caught her breath.

Even getting a basic understanding of ancient martial arts in a year was a stretch; many martial artists spent a lifetime unable to reach the threshold of the Innate stage.

Yet Fang Jueyu claimed that a year would suffice!

But thinking of Gu Yi, who had reached the Mythical Realm, Chen Menghan felt anything was possible.

However, why had she never heard of such a powerful force before?

“Not bad, not bad.

The four ordinary Gangjin practitioners could actually block fifty percent of my power.

That’s quite something.” Compared to the ferocious expressions of the four, Fang Jueyu appeared completely at ease.

“What?

Only fifty percent power?”

“Impossible, he must be bluffing.

Does he think he’s an Innate Martial Artist?”

“You’ll know soon enough if I’m bluffing.” Fang Jueyu adjusted his Biological Current, instantly gathering more Cosmic Source Power into his attack.

“Break for me!”

“Crack!” The exceptionally sturdy Protective Gang Qi shattered on cue, and the lethal swords continued unabated toward the four elders.

“Young man, where possible, spare people.

You’re severely disrespecting me and the Gucang Sword Sect!”

At that moment, the old man with white hair, who had been standing at the back, finally moved.

He extended two fingers toward the empty space ahead, and a golden Sword Qi clashed with Fang Jueyu’s attack.

The two forces were evenly matched; over a hundred refined steel longswords were shattered into powder by the colliding energies, leaving a field of iron dust.

“Such powerful Sword Qi!” His expression shifted slightly.

The sword move from a young man at the Peak of Gangjin could actually rival his Sword Qi.

Even though he hadn’t used his full strength, the gap between Innate and Acquired Martial Artists was vast.

The power of Innate True Qi was dozens of times stronger than Inner Strength.

Even the strongest Acquired Martial Artists could not withstand one move from an Innate Martial Artist, but Fang Jueyu managed to do so!

His body seemed to teleport as he appeared in front of the four elders.

“To have such strength at a young age is truly remarkable, but you must remember, strength overcompensated leads to breaks.”

“You’re the Sect Leader of the Gucang Sword Sect?” Fang Jueyu looked the old man up and down.

Though Innate Martial Artists could compare to Hidden Elementers, this ancient form of cultivation was no match for the orthodox potential development method of a highly civilized cosmic society.

A peak Innate Martial Artist might barely contend with a junior Hidden Elementer.

“I am Gu Mo, the current Sect Leader of the Gucang Sword Sect,” Gu Mo said condescendingly.

“Young man, you injured my disciple and insulted my sect.

This year’s management fee will rise to 50%, and I’ll let bygones be bygones.”

“Damn, still here to demand money.” Fang Jueyu slapped his forehead.

“I ask you, are you brainless, or am I?

You barge into my home for protection fees, and when I demand compensation, you resort to violence.

Now you’re twisting the facts?”

“You think you’re superior?

Where does this misplaced sense of superiority come from?” Fang Jueyu articulated all the grievances he had long harbored in his heart.

If the other party hadn’t been an old man, he might have used even more colorful language.

“You’re courting death!” A sect leader had never been questioned like this; moreover, Gu Mo was infamous for his volatile and murderous temperament.

“The Ancient Martial Association’s rule states that ancient martial artists must not kill ordinary people at will, but killing you—in that, I’m not accountable.

After you’re dead, your assets will be taken over by my Gucang Sword Sect!”

“Clang!” Gu Mo extended his hand, and a pitch-black treasure sword suddenly shot from a sword-holding disciple.

Compared to ordinary swords forged from refined steel, this sword was undoubtedly a divine weapon.

Innate weapons could only be crafted by a master of the Innate Realm.

Even among Innate Masters, possessing an Innate weapon was extremely rare, and its value was nearly impossible to measure with money.

“You want to kill me?” Fang Jueyu’s tone turned icy.

Were these ancient martial sects brigands or robbers?

All they talked about was money or protection fees.

How could Huaxia allow these forces to develop unchecked?

He really couldn’t understand.

“Master, this person has the strength of a Hidden Elementer.

Shall I take action?”

“No need, I want to see how my current strength measures against an Innate Master.

If I falter, then you step in!”

“Yes!”

“Seems I should find an opportunity to have a good chat with the Chief.

It’s time to reform these sects,” Fang Jueyu muttered to himself.

“Youngster, to die by my sword is your honor!”

Gu Mo’s sword was unmatched by those of the elders and disciples.

It was fast and ruthless; even Fang Jueyu could barely follow its speed.

“Host, bring out the sword left by your ancestor.

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This little broken sword might not even withstand a strike from you!”

“Right, almost forgot about this thing!”

Gu Mo’s sword reached Fang Jueyu, but in that fleeting moment, a heavy black ancient sword suddenly appeared in Fang Jueyu’s hand.

When he infused Cosmic Source Power into the sword, the black rust on it suddenly peeled away to reveal an incredibly sharp blade.

“Clang!” Fang Jueyu raised his sword to defend.

With a loud crack, the sword in Gu Mo’s hand shattered with sound, and a spray of blood followed as the hand gripping the sword was cleanly sliced off by a sharp Sword Qi.

“Holy crap, so sharp?” In the past, Fang Jueyu had only considered it a blunt object.

Who knew it was an invincible weapon!

Gu Mo suppressed the excruciating pain and retreated dozens of steps, quickly sealing the acupoints on his severed arm.

His lips trembled slightly; this sword was the treasure of the Gucang Sword Sect, a weapon that had crushed countless others.

Yet Fang Jueyu effortlessly broke it.

“What sword is this?” Gu Mo watched Fang Jueyu’s ancient sword with trepidation.

“Oh, this?

It’s my ancestral great sword.

See how impressive it is now?”

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