klisemfg Chapter 1392
Chapter 1392
Source stones are essential resources for cultivators on countless planets. Source liquid, spiritual liquid, and many accompanying spiritual medicines, rare treasures, and other items are all born and nurtured from similar treasure lands.
Suddenly, an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in strange clothes, tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, scattering the source stones on his back.
"Useless old man, get up now and stop slacking off!"
On a low hill not far away, there was a cold-blooded man in the Innate Realm holding a long whip. When the man saw the old man slacking off, he immediately snorted and scolded him, and then swung the long whip in his hand.
Snapped!
Although the whip is a low-grade magical weapon, it is still beyond the physical strength of the countless mortals below to withstand.
If that whip had landed squarely on the old man, he most likely wouldn't have survived.
Just then, a thin young man suddenly threw himself on top of the old man, blocking the whip.
Although the young man was somewhat grieved, he was still deathly pale after receiving the lash.
"Sir, please stop hitting us! We dare not slack off, we will continue working!"
As the cultivator overseeing the work continued to whip them, many mortals immediately stepped in front of them, protecting the two behind them.
"Fuck them, they don't treat us like human beings, let's fight them!"
"Yes, we, the descendants of the Dragon Dynasty, have never been so oppressed throughout history. Let's fight to the death!"
After years of oppression, these clansmen, who were under the protection of Jiang Linglong, had long reached their limit of endurance.
In recent years, countless members of the Longxia people have been unable to endure the extremely harsh environment here, falling ill or suffering similar ailments. If they did not wish to see other Longxia people again and return to the embrace of their motherland, given the fighting spirit inherent in the Longxia people, they would probably have rebelled long ago.
"Stop messing around, everyone calm down!"
Just as everyone was filled with indignation, another elderly man with a dignified appearance rebuked them.
Upon seeing that it was this person who spoke, many of the Dragon Xia clan members who were eager to fight to the death immediately fell silent.
"Rebellion! Rebellion! You're courting death!" This Innate Realm cultivator was merely a low-ranking member of the Nalan clan. Due to his humble origins, he was dispatched to such a harsh and barren land to serve his family as soon as he entered the Innate Realm. Initially, he did feel sorry for these mortals, but as time went on, his suppressed resentment gradually began to twist his mind.
Therefore, he often killed many ordinary unemployed workers in order to vent his frustrations.
This feeling of having control over the lives and deaths of others for a long time gradually became addictive to him. Due to the change in his mindset, he no longer regarded these mortals as human beings. In his eyes, these people were nothing more than ants, to be killed at will.
"Still want to rebel? If that's the case, then let's kill a few to establish our authority!"
The young man was very gloomy. Looking at the group of mortals below who were being scolded, he raised his hand and a whip transformed into a streak of light, lashing indiscriminately at the crowd below.
"Watch out! Get back!"
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Unfortunately, mortals are like ants facing tigers when confronted by innate beings who wield magical treasures; they have no power to resist whatsoever.
The other old man who was the first to notice the whip coming immediately stepped in front to block it. He hadn't had a proper meal in years, and his body was already as rotten as wood. When he was whipped with such force by such a magical weapon, half of his body was snapped in half.
"Don't do anything reckless... Hold on, everyone, hold on! We've already lost enough of our compatriots in this province. I don't want our entire province to disappear. Wait for Xiao Xuan to find us, just wait!"
In his previous life, this old man was a provincial-level cadre. Ever since his protector Jiang Linglong was captured by the Nalan clan, the entire tribe suffered a great calamity. He watched as his tribesmen were tortured to death, but he did not go mad. He watched as his tribesmen were exploited to death, but he still maintained his composure.
He held his breath, waiting, trying his best to reassure his compatriots, gritting his teeth and waiting, waiting for Elder Long, waiting for Chen Xuan and the others to find them.
"Revenge! This deep-seated hatred must be washed away with the blood of the Nalan clan!"
"Elder!"
"Waaah, Old Zhang, you can't die!"
General Zhang lay on the ground, half his body severed, blood gushing from his wounds. He was surrounded by young clansmen who tried to staunch the bleeding, but these measures could not save his broken body. His dim eyes gazed at the endless, gloomy sky as he murmured, "You cannot all die. This hatred must endure until Elder Long and the others find us. We must avenge them, we must avenge the seventy million clansmen who perished..."