Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"What?" Licum sensed that the ten Divine Ability Users had already lost signs of life the moment before their heads were severed.

But he hadn't felt any indication of someone secretly protecting Fang Jueyu, as if there was an invisible wall of knives around him, instantly killing anyone who dared approach.

"I've said it, don't even think about killing me. You guys aren't even worthy!"

"Ten won't work, then let's get a hundred to attack together!" Licum was already hysterically enraged.

But none of the Divine Ability Users behind him dared to move, not knowing what kind of force was protecting this young man. If they recklessly charged forward, they would end up just like those ten, not leaving behind complete corpses.

"What are you all standing around for? Attack! I order you to attack!"

"He's talking too much, cut out his tongue for me!" Fang Jueyu said coldly.

"Ugh!" Licum let out a muffled groan as a sharp pain shot through his mouth, blood oozing from the corners. As he opened his mouth, half of his tongue fell out.

"Glug, glug..." Licum wanted to say something, but his throat was filled with blood, and he could only produce bubbling sounds.

The Martial Artists surrounding Licum were all terrified, huddled together. There wasn't even a whisper around them, so how could Licum's tongue have been silently cut out?

The Divine Ability Users had highly active cells, and in just a few seconds, Licum's severed tongue regrew. However, while the physical wound healed, the psychological scar was far from erased.

He knew his injury was definitely related to Fang Jueyu, but he didn't know what methods were used. This kind of fear was more chilling than physical pain.

"Hmph! Did I say you could heal your wounds?" Fang Jueyu continued to order, "Cut off that thing beneath him!"

"Crack!"

Another bloody mark appeared, and Licum's combat suit, which could withstand attacks from low-level Divine Ability Users, was torn apart like paper, leaving a gruesome wound beneath him.

"Master, there's nothing beneath him!" Li Lianying's voice came to Fang Jueyu's ear.

Walking out of the spaceship unprotected was something Fang Jueyu was not foolish enough to do. The ten Divine Ability Users of the Void Race had silently protected Fang Jueyu through Void Walking.

They were all peak Martial Artists with Divine Ability, and if they wanted to kill or injure, no one in the Leo Civilization could avoid it.

"Damn, I almost forgot, this guy isn't a human from Earth," Fang Jueyu glanced at Licum's bare lower body, realizing that nothing was between his legs. "Wonder how these guys reproduce."

Fang Jueyu showed a contemptuous expression, "I think this guy is fit to join my Eastern Factory as a Supervisor."

Fear spread among the group of Martial Artists. Now, they seemed to feel the same fear humans felt minutes ago. Under such oppressive power, they were so small and helpless.

"Quiet for me!" Fang Jueyu said, "Anyone who dares make another sound, just have their head cut off for me!"

Hearing this, everyone shut their mouths, knowing that even their strongest, Licum, was powerless to resist. What could they possibly do?

"You few, come out!" Fang Jueyu shouted at the air on the side.

Ten Martial Artists in black combat suits slowly materialized from the void, with unusual glowing patterns on their skin. Each held two weapons resembling daggers, still stained with the blood of those dismembered earlier.

"Void Race!" Licum exclaimed. Although this race was a minority, it was well-known in the universe and even recorded in the databases of various civilizations. So most people weren't unfamiliar with them.

They were extremely rare and were rumored to be extinct for a long time. How could they appear here? And they seemed to be this young man's slaves.

"Impossible, he absolutely can't be from Earth!" Such a powerful being, even in the highest civilizations, would belong to a great family, not born from a small civilization. "Something is definitely off!"

"Master, how do you plan to handle these people? Should they be killed?"

Upon hearing their exchange, the Martial Artists from the Joraike Family were struck with terror.

They couldn't fight back, nor could they escape. If this young man wanted to kill them in his fury, they really wouldn't have the slightest ability to resist!

"No need, first seal off their Cosmic Source Power and control them." Fang Jueyu looked at the city in ruins, "Just right, this city has been destroyed like this and needs rebuilding."

"Now that I've returned, it's time for Earth to join the Cosmic Federation. Earth's reconstruction will need people. Let them stay here, do hard labor, and act as slaves," with two sentences, Fang Jueyu decided their fate.

"As for the captain, isolate him," Fang Jueyu sneered, "After all, they're just following orders. This debt isn't settled. Once I've handled the matters on Earth, I'll settle things with the Joraike Family!"

"Yes, Master!" With ten thousand seventh-tier Divine Ability Users and over a hundred peak Divine Ability Martial Artists, sealing the power of twenty thousand Source Energy Users and over two thousand Divine Ability Users wasn't very difficult.

Soon, aside from retaining the physique of Martial Artists, they were unable to use Cosmic Source Power.

"No, even without using Cosmic Source Power, they're each incredibly strong. If they cause damage, it'll be a hassle," Fang Jueyu pondered, "Xiaoyi, contact my father or other ancestors, and have them send over some slave control devices for me!"

Fang Jueyu looked at these Martial Artists with indifference, "You want to enslave Earthlings? I'll let you taste what it's like to be slaves!"

"Host, there's more coming!" Xiaoyi suddenly alerted.

"Oh? It seems today is a lively day on Earth!" Fang Jueyu looked up, seeing a golden spaceship and ten silver warships, the lead spaceship looking quite familiar.

"Oh, turns out it's Wu Zhao."

After Fang Jueyu left, Wu Zhao immediately followed their trail and finally found this planet called Earth in this region, but it seemed the battle had already ended.

Wu Zhao brought a few people in front of Fang Jueyu, suddenly noticing the pale-faced, blood-flowing Licum behind him.

When they entered the galaxy, they were so arrogant and invincible, a third-level civilized family's expedition team. The galaxy couldn't afford to provoke them.

But how dramatically this world changed. In the blink of an eye, he had become a captive of a small planet in the galaxy.

"Mr. Ma, I know this group must be coming for Earth, so I came right away with people, but it seems I'm a bit superfluous."

"Even if you had come, you would have been just cannon fodder!" Fang Jueyu muttered internally, "A third-level civilization's spaceship plus ten second-level civilization warships, and not even the Joraike Family's spaceship would be blown to pieces in one shot."

"Mr. Wu Zhao worked hard. But this minor matter really doesn't need your attention," Fang Jueyu said.

"Where are their warships?" Wu Zhao asked curiously, "They came with over two hundred warships, why are there only these Martial Artists left?"

"Oh, you mean their spaceship!" Fang Jueyu floated to the ground and searched for a while before finding a palm-sized fragment, "Here, just this bit left!"

"This..." Wu Zhao's mouth twitched, "In just a few minutes, this fleet was obliterated beyond recognition?"

"Who are you, really? You definitely can't be from this planet!" Licum, already resigned to his fate as a captive, still wanted to know the truth.

"Idiot! Running to Earth without even checking Mr. Ma's background," Wu Zhao, though stronger than Licum but wary of his family's power, had originally to be timid but now had a powerhouse in the galaxy backing him up.

"Hmph, you know how to dig your own grave," Wu Zhao said, "Mr. Ma is from Divine Hao Civilization!"