2647: C2647 A Small Success(part I)

C2647 A Small Success(part I)

Before Lin Hao could enter the battlefield, he heard a series of shouts. Some of them were howling before they died, but most of them were cursing.2

Lin Hao was hovering in the sky. Looking down from the sky, he could easily see the scene in the battlefield.

At this moment, the clay figurines were surrounding him from all directions. The numerous cultivator who were struggling in the Inner Courtyard were like fine sand in his palm, slowly flowing away.

It was obvious that under this catastrophe, the many worshippers in the Linghu Family had started to disperse.

Perhaps it was the right thing to do, but in this catastrophe, the many reverends of the Linghu Family were unwilling to stay and accompany the Linghu Family.

With the cultivation at their level, the fear of death was thousands of times greater than the fear of a the ordinary. Normally, when the Linghu Family was still at its peak, they could still rely on the generous rewards to make many of their worshippers work for them. However, now that the catastrophe was approaching, these reverends were unwilling to care about the survival of the Linghu Family. Escaping had become their priority right now.

With the first consecrate who had fled, it was like a thousand miles of water had burst from a dam. Countless worshippers, cultivator, began to retreat. They were the high and mighty Martial Spirits. If they used all their strength to escape, they would at least have a chance of survival. In the future, even if they were wandering around the country, they would still have a chance. It was better than being buried here.

"Come back! You bunch of beasts, come back!!"

In the field, a white-haired old man shouted with righteous indignation. When he saw these people who had promised to live and die together with their families, but now they were fighting to escape, his heart was filled with anger!

The Linghu Family started from business. In terms of economic strength, they were the upper echelons of the Ninth Marquis, but in terms of strength, they were the weakest.

The foundation of the family was not something that could be built up by Primeval Stone. At least, in the current Linghu Family, half of the Martial Spirit Expert was worshiped, and there were very few Martial Spirits that truly belonged to the family.

Because of this, the preferential treatment given by the Linghu Family to these offerings was enviable. At least, other than the royal family, there was no other generous treatment that the Linghu Family could provide.

Initially, he was hoping that these offerings would be able to understand kindness and righteousness. Before the catastrophe, they would at least make some contributions to the Linghu Family. However, he didn't expect that in the face of this threat, these worshippers would choose to turn around and leave. This really pissed the old man half to death!

Some of these consecrates had already stayed in the Linghu Family for ten years, or even longer. Some of them had joined the Linghu Family because of Lin Hao's influence in the Qiyuan Kingdom. But now, regardless of whether it was the new or the old consecrates, they were all behaving like this. When a great disaster befell them, they would fly away in different directions!

The old man was really angry. Facing these treacherous reverends, the old man cursed, "You bunch of ingrates! Sooner or later, you will suffer the wrath of heaven!! "

However, the old man still did not fully understand the despicable nature of human nature.

After the old man cursed, two or three Martial Spirits suddenly ran out from the depths of the Linghu Family. These Martial Spirits were holding many treasures in their hands. Some of them were even stained with blood.

When the old man saw these Martial Spirits who were holding treasures, he immediately felt that something was wrong. He looked at the path of these Martial Spirits and felt even more uneasy. The old man pointed at these Martial Spirits with a trembling finger and shouted, "Zhao Feirong! What have you all done?! These are the treasures of Linghu Family. What are you all doing?!"

The Martial Spirit who was called Zhao Feirong raised his head and shot a disapproving glance at the old man.

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