Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sky was like a fireworks display, brilliant sparks constantly exploding, each explosion representing a warship being destroyed.

"Hahaha! Come on, you bastards! You've been flaunting around for so long, and now it's our turn, isn't it?"

"Die, damn invaders, all of you die!"

"Father, Mother, I can finally avenge you!"

"Bro, bring over two more energy crystals!"

After being oppressed for two full years, losing countless lands, and countless compatriots, the warriors of the Okai Civilization' had bottled up an endless rage in their hearts. At this moment, they finally let it out completely; they had never felt this glorious.

Faced with such a powerful barrage, the Slave Hunters were completely caught off guard. Weren't they just a secondary civilization that had joined the Cosmic Federation mere decades ago? Why did they have weapons of a tertiary or even a quaternary civilization?

Had they really imported so many weapons from other civilizations in just a few days?

But that didn't make sense, first of all, they didn't have the financial resources or materials. Even if they did, there was no way they could break the blockade and escape this planet.

At this moment, some of them even started to doubt whether they had arrived at the wrong place. Maybe the navigation system had malfunctioned, or time-space chaos had occurred, bringing them to a planet of tertiary or quaternary civilization.

But the familiar landscape and the palace city encased in a barrier before them told them they were in the right place!

"Massive heat signatures approaching, it's the spaceships and warships of the Okai Civilization!"

"Captain... that's a main sequence warship of a tertiary civilization! There are... a total of 257 ships!"

"Those are Sky Wolf-B15 class war swords of a quaternary civilization!"

"These... these are also warships of a quaternary civilization!"

Messages came from the front lines, followed by the sound of explosions.

"How is this possible! How could they have so many advanced warships? This is impossible!"

Everything before their eyes felt like a dream, the circumstances on the battlefield had completely reversed from last time, and they had suffered heavy losses just trying to break into the atmosphere.

When that massive fleet of warships joined the battle, the situation reversed yet again, and their once prideful fleet suddenly seemed like a bunch of toys.

"Deploy the Martial Artist unit!" At this point, their technological forces had completely fallen behind, and they only had a chance at turning the tide through the power of Martial Artists!

A dense swarm of Martial Artists flew out of the fleet, their agility far surpassing the cumbersome ships; they weaved through the fleet, and those attacks were too slow to lock onto them.

"Hahaha, even if you managed to acquire these ships and weapons somehow, your Martial Artists are still just a bunch of trash!"

"Is that so?" Fang Jueyu smiled faintly, "Martial Artists of the Okai Civilization, full deployment!"

"Brothers, down this bottle of strength, and let's reclaim our honor!"

"Hell yeah!"

"Gulp, gulp..." The Martial Artists downed the bottles of strength in one gulp.

Moments later, as the effects of the drug were unleashed, their strength burned fiercely like their fighting spirit. Some ascended one level, others two, and even some ascended three levels!

"Kill!"

"Drive out the invaders!"

"They all must die!"

Hundreds of thousands of Martial Artists shouted in unison, their voices deafening as their boundless fighting spirit echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

"What... what is that?"

"Such a powerful aura, at least a hundred thousand Divine Ability Users above the fifth rank!"

"How is it possible? Their primitive civilization's power is nearly one or two levels weaker than ours; how can they suddenly have so many experts?"

"Such speed!"

"Look at them, their energy is burning rapidly, it seems like they're using some kind of drug!" Many of the Slave Hunters noticed the anomaly.

"I see, it's just bravado. Once their energy is depleted, they'll be nothing but garbage!"

"Attack, kill them!"

Instantly, the Martial Artists from both sides clashed, and the morale-boosted Okai Civilization Martial Artists began to faintly suppress them.

But the Slave Hunters weren't panicked; they knew such power was only a flash in the pan, and once the effects of the drug wore off, they would be defenseless like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Indeed, the price of strength was burning Cosmic Source Power several times over to gain tremendous strength; their ability to fight sustained engagements would be greatly reduced, and their stamina would sharply decline,

However, Fang Jueyu knew this all too well.

"Huff, huff!" An Okai Civilization Martial Artist gasped for air, his aura had dropped significantly, even becoming weaker than his original state.

"Hahaha, can't go on any longer? Don't worry, I won't kill you; you're worth quite a bit. If you die, we'll suffer a huge loss!"

"Is that so?" The Okai Civilization Martial Artist suddenly pulled out another bottle of potion, the label on its surface had two words, "Kidney Treasure!"

"Mr. Fang said, drink Kidney Treasure, one bottle and you'll feel refreshed, two bottles and you'll be immortal. Mr. Fang's wisdom is beyond your understanding!" That warrior gulped down the Kidney Treasure.

Moments later, a surge of masculine vigor surged forth from him, and the power that had originally sapped him began to flow endlessly. Cosmic Source Power overflowed from his pores, manifesting as Source Power Flames visible to the naked eye!

"Sorcery! What kind of sorcery is this!"

"What have they gone through these past few days? How could this happen?"

Faced with such a ferocious and wolf-like army, the Slave Hunters finally began to panic.

"What on earth is happening? Why do they suddenly have so much equipment, and why have their Martial Artists become this strong?" This time, Gurut also joined the battlefield, watching this battle with a heavy expression from behind the main army.

Now, compared to both sides' power, they had fallen behind both technologically and in Martial Artist strength, making their situation quite dire.

"Such incompetence, attacking merely a minor secondary civilization, and yet I have to step in personally." Gurut stood up; relying on these subordinates, it likely would take a long time to eliminate this civilization.

Just then, a subordinate burst into his operations room.

"What is it, rushing in like this?"

"General, Komoro, who is overseeing the Draco Civilization slave exchange, has arrived."

"Hmm? How are things going there?"

"General, I'm afraid to say, you should ask him yourself."

"Hmm?" Gurut's face changed, had something gone wrong?

"Speak, what exactly happened?" Gurut looked at the side where Komoro stood; he was the very commander of the Cosmic Slave Hunters squad Fang Jueyu had let go!

Fang Jueyu relied on Dao Mark power to arrive here momentarily, but their ships took several days to cover hundreds of light years.

"Commander, we encountered the Divine Hao Civilization there!"

"What?"

"A youth claiming to be Immortal Master Erlang from the Divine Hao Civilization broke into our temporary base and rescued all the slaves!"

"Divine Hao Civilization..." Gurut clenched his fists, it had just become much more complicated.

"Commander, that's... that's him!" Suddenly, Komoro pointed to a figure on the screen, a look of utter terror on his face.