"What did you say?" Irok's expression suddenly turned much more sinister.
Since he still remembers the kindness shown by the Siborsk ancestor in teaching him, it is clear that he is a person who has great respect for his teacher.
Yet Zhang Menglong had the audacity to make his teacher, the master of a Level Five Civilization, a Level Six Life Form, come and plead with him! This is nothing short of disdain and insult.
"Didn't you hear clearly? Let me say it again," Zhang Menglong sneered, "Have your teacher come and beg me personally, and I might consider letting him go."
Bernard was coming with malicious intent, and if Zhang Menglong didn't have the protection of his ancestors, he probably wouldn't have ended up well in his hands. Zhang Menglong is never polite to his enemies.
If someone wants to protect his enemies, then they too become his enemies. No matter who comes, their face doesn't work here, and Zhang Menglong doesn't even know the master of the Slone Cosmic Empire. Why show face to someone you don't know?
Is the master of a Level Five Civilization really that great? Is a Level Six Life Form really that great? If they saw his parents or other ancestors like those Level Nine Life Forms, they'd probably be scared shitless. Maybe even the pets his parents raised are beyond Level Six Life Forms.
Don't say that just because they've lived longer they're your seniors, that you need to be polite to them—do you, a human, need to give face to a turtle that's lived a hundred years? When life levels aren't on the same tier, why should you give face?
"You're courting death!" Power surged from Irok, his strength as a Level Five Life Form leaving everyone present utterly shocked.
"What do you intend to do?" Yimor directly blocked Zhang Menglong, as if someone actually wanted to make a move against a star-level user of the Cosmic Bank? Those are their bread and butter! In other words, their benefactors!
Yimor himself was also a martial artist close to breaking through to Level Six Life Form, and his strength was in no way inferior to Irok's, with over 2,000 Level Five battleships in the sky!
Irok was suddenly awakened from his rashness, realizing he almost couldn't hold back from attacking Zhang Menglong just now.
This person named Yimor, though on the same life tier as him, seemed to be an elite from some Level Five Civilization, whereas he was merely someone who had some opportunities and walked out of a Level Four Civilization.
If you were to compare their foundations, there would likely be a huge disparity, akin to the difference between formal and informal education—that's a world of difference.
Let alone the fleet and the thousands of pilots within it, who also possess Level Five Life Form status!
If he dared to make a move just now, he'd likely get beaten to death, and Zhang Menglong wouldn't be held accountable due to emergency self-defense.
"I'm not dealing with this!" Irok waved his hand and intended to leave. This matter had already surpassed his ability to handle it, and with Zhang Menglong being unyielding and impervious to soft or hard tactics, he had no other options.
"Irok, you can't leave!" Bernard panicked. "You were almost killed by enemies back then. If it wasn't for my ancestor saving you, would you have your current achievements?"
At hearing this, Irok's steps halted and his expression turned complicated, clearly entangled over some matters now.
"Ah, here comes the moral blackmail again." Zhang Menglong actually admired this Irok a bit; a person who cherishes relationships is always worthy of respect.
"I'll help you this once," Irok seemed to make a very important decision, "From now on, all my debts to your Siborsk family are settled, and I won't visit you again."
He had a silver bracelet on his wrist, which seemed to be some kind of high-tech equipment.
A holographic projection was cast into mid-air, revealing a massive space that looked like a training ground. A person in bizarre attire was sitting quietly at the center, eyes closed, seemingly in a highly focused state.
The person suddenly opened their eyes, "Irok, didn't I tell you, unless it's extremely urgent, don't disturb me?"
The person's voice was ancient and solemn, as if coming from primordial chants.
"I'm sorry, teacher, but this time it's something that truly requires your involvement," Irok said respectfully.
"Weren't you going to deal with the descendant of that unfortunate fellow from Siborsk? A mere Level Two Civilization, what trouble could you possibly encounter?"
"It's indeed a bit tricky," Irok said. "The descendant of the student who enlightened the teacher has offended a young man with a rather peculiar background, and now he insists on dealing with him."
"Oh? How peculiar is he?"
"He can command the Level Five battleship fleet of the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire."
The individual in the holographic projection showed some change in emotion, "Is he a descendant of that Kabu guy?"
"I am not sure," Irok replied, "Teacher, I've never asked you for anything before; I hope you can help save Bernard this time."
"You get tangled up in too many things," the person sighed, "You were in the past too. If you had dedicated all your energy to cultivation, how could you end up with only your current achievements? I don't want to get involved in this! Kabu is a hassle, and if he learns I bullied his junior, I wouldn't know how to handle him."
"Teacher!" Irok actually knelt down, "Please help me just this once, and after this, I will completely sever all ties with the past and dedicate myself to cultivating alongside you at your Cosmic Empire dojo!"
"I promise!" Irok said earnestly.
"Alright then, I'll help you this once." Irok indeed is a student he quite favored, and if this could get him to dedicate himself fully to the Martial Dao, then this deal was very worthwhile.
"Hey, are you two done talking?" Zhang Menglong said impatiently.
"Young man, are you a descendant of Kabutz?" The holographic projection zoomed in, and Zhang Menglong finally got a clear view of the figure.
"Hahaha, is that Lubenwei?" Zhang Menglong, usually composed, burst out laughing as he couldn't hold back. The teacher of Irok had a baboon face, strikingly similar to a famous esports streamer from the past!
"Lubenwei?" The baboon-faced man searched his memory for this name but found no matching information. Was this another bigwig from a Level Five Civilization?
"Young man, I am the ruler of Slone Cosmic Empire. If you are a descendant of Kabutz, you should have heard of me."
"Sorry, never heard of you." Zhang Menglong shook his head, "Are you here to plead for him?"
Kabutz hesitated for a moment. Logically, someone who could command the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire's fleet must be a relative or confidant of the empire's ruler.
There was, of course, another possibility—that Zhang Menglong was a descendant of a core figure from another Level Five Civilization, visiting or doing something in the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire, and the empire specially assigned a fleet to protect him.
Regardless of the situation, Zhang Menglong's identity was not ordinary.
"Yes, young lad, I know your elders. For my sake, spare him."
"You know Zhang Kai?"
"Zhang Kai?" The baboon face shook his head.
"If you don't know him, what's the point?" Zhang Menglong said, "Don't meddle in handsome man's affairs, I don't bully wild animals."
Hearing this, Yimor panicked, realizing the holographic image was a ruler of a Level Five Civilization, with an identity on par with their Twin Whales Cosmic Empire's ruler!
Though Zhang Menglong was a five-star account holder, if they angered the other side, their group and this fleet wouldn't be able to protect Zhang Menglong, no matter what!
"You're too rude!" The baboon face was well aware that its appearance resembled many early intelligent beings from various civilizations, but no one had ever dared say he looked like an "animal" to his face!
"Just for that remark, I must act in place of your elders to teach you a lesson!"
"He's mad!" Zhang Menglong pointed at the baboon face defiantly and said, "If you've got the guts, step out and hit me!"