After Fishing For 10 Years, I Became A Saint Without Knowing How To Raise Beasts

"It's already 2:07pm!"

In the ten-thousand-meter-tall building, the murloc gestured toward the clock on the wall.

Just like the other powerful races, he wanted to fleece the smaller races.

Was this not something a powerful race like them deserved?

They had also grown from a small race to their current level. In the last hunt, they had not dared to join the hunt as they had lacked a first-grade Dao realm cultivator.

However, it was different this time.

Even if they still had to attach themselves to a large race in order to participate in the hunt, their clansmen were still quite powerful!

Working together, they could catch these ordinary smaller races off guard.

They had also been bullied by these powerful races before. Now that they had finally climbed back up, it would be a complete waste if they did not bully these newcomer smaller races. After all, strength reigned supreme in this world.

Hahahaha!

The two of them laughed wildly.

The old man from the artifact spirit race was extremely anxious.

Each of these short minutes felt like an eternity to him.

Just before time was up, he made his decision.

He was prepared to agree to the other party's unreasonable request to save Sword Heart's life.

Even if this would not guarantee that Sword Heart survived the hunt, at the very least the artifact spirit race would not have abandoned her!

Such a thing could absolutely not be allowed to happen!

They would rather spend another thousand years or even ten thousand years recouping their losses than let their people fall into such a state of disunity!

Those that abandoned their own clansmen were reviled by the myriad races. One act of betrayal would lead to another, and the race would never be able to rise up again.

So what if he had to sacrifice resources now? He would just treat it as having paid for an extremely expensive lesson.

The other members of the smaller races cast sympathetic yet helpless looks at the old man.

Then…

The two jade tokens not far away shattered.

The old man could not help but turn to look at the two jade tokens. It was obvious that he thought that one of those jade tokens belonged to Sword Heart.

However, after he looked closely, he was confused.

In a daze, he looked at the murloc and dwarf that were standing a few steps away.

Yes!

The two jade tokens belonged to their clansmen!!

What had happened?

How did they get killed?

It did not make sense.

A total of 22 people from the murloc and dwarven races had come to participate in the hunt this time. Although the strength of those 22 people varied, they were led by first-grade Dao realm cultivators.

At this time, not to mention the old man or the other races, even the murloc and dwarf did not know what had happened.

After a brief moment of confusion, they immediately tried to contact the two first-grade Dao realm participants with the communication device, trying to figure out what was going on.

Then, they realized the terrifying truth.

They had lost contact with the two clansmen!

They tried once…

Then again, and then a third time…

They tried to contact them a total of ten times, after which they smashed the communication device into the ground.

They could no longer maintain their composure.

They had been killed!

After such a situation, those two no longer paid attention to the old man from the artifact spirit race.

Their minds were filled with the questions.

What had happened in there?

How could their two first-grade Dao realm participants be killed?

Why?

When they finally came back to their senses, and noticed the gazes of the other races, they suddenly understood.

They were finished!

It was all over!

After their two most powerful clansmen died, they were now equal to those smaller races again!

Furthermore, they had just threatened a bunch of these smaller races.

As for the other races that had been bullied by the murloc and the dwarf...

They did not know how those two first-grade Dao realm participants were killed, but they did not care!

This had resolved their problems!

They were extremely happy and went over to the murloc and dwarf.

The old man did not know how to describe what he was feeling now. He had experienced the cruelty of this world, but now…

Hahahaha!

He was going to deliver that same cruelty!

"I'm going to destroy the ancestral grave of your race!"

The old man immediately jumped up, his face filled with ferocity!

How and why those two were killed in the Black Mountains no longer mattered.

He grabbed the murloc's neck and slammed his fist into the murloc's eye.

He dug it out and put it into his mouth, taking big bites and chewing.

His mouth was filled with the fishy stench, but he did not care.

After the fear, helplessness, tragedy, and pain he had experienced, the old man had paid them back in full!