Anthony chuckled and looked up at them feigning surprise.

"Ancestor level?"

"Why? Are you afraid now? Boy, your time's up. It's too late for regrets. You can grovel before us, maybe you might still have a chance." The man who seems to be the youngest among them said.

The corner of Anthony's lips turned up in a wicked smirk, his eyes colder than the coldest ice.

"Ancestor level? Not worth mentioning before me."

"How arrogant!" The rest of his words trailed off as he watched Anthony in trepidation.

Everyone gasped in shock, their eyes wide with horror as they watched the thing that just rolled off. They looked at Anthony, then at the body that just fell with a thump, their tongues too heavy to speak, heart pounding in fear, brain too fogged to process the information.

The body of their clan master lay there, bleeding profusely, his head severed from the neck. His eyes were still wide open even in death, and his mouth was half open as he was about to speak. He didn't see the attack coming, not at all. Same with his companions. One of them rubbed his eyes to make sure, but the body was right there staring right back at them.

Anthony remained quiet and composed, letting the shock sink in, so that their dumb minds would have the time to process and understand what just happened.

"How did he do it? Did you see it?"

"What happened? How can this be?"

Anthony chuckled lightly, making them look up at him.

"Do you still think you have the ability to snatch my items?" He asked, his eyes playful even.

A flash of fear and hesitation went through their faces, and one even took a step back.

"Brothers, don't listen to him. He just managed to kill clan master because he used a sneak attack on him, banking on his superior martial arts techniques. How despicable. I don't believe that if we attack together we can't take him down. He's merely trying to scare us off. We must not step back now, we must achieve our aim, and also get justice for the late clan master who was unjustly murdered." One of them shouted.

The righteousness in his tone almost made Anthony laugh. He became despicable after killing an attacker in self defense, and suddenly they want justice. Did they consider justice and how his loved ones might have felt if they didn't find him? Although Anthony didn't have such things, at the very least, everyone was presumed to have one. But they didn't consider that, only having their eyes on what his death would benefit them. And now that he returned the favor, they feel angry and want revenge. How utterly hypocritical and ridiculous.

Anthony thought he had seen his fair share of shameless people, but each day, he's exposed to a whole new level altogether.

The hesitation on the men's faces quickly disappeared, and the bright shining greed returned. Looking at the bright side, the clan master's death meant that they would be entitled to larger chunks of the loot, making them giddy with excitement.

They immediately launched themselves at him, each eager to make the first swipe, so that they could claim a bigger share of the bounties.

Anthony threw out three shurikens, instantly killing four. The remaining two were stunned, this time it didn't happen too fast, they saw what transpired. Despite the fact they were on the defensive, he still managed to pick them off with terrifying ease. He didn't even move, leisurely relaxing on his horse.

The shurikens began to circle the remaining two, and one of them felt hot liquid fill up his bladder. One of the shurikens came dangerously close to his neck, and the liquid spilled out of the bladder. His clothes turned wet, and a foul yellow liquid slipped down his legs.

Anthony's face was filled with disgust as he sneered, watching the pathetic fool before him whose legs had turned to jelly. He collapsed before Anthony, unable to keep standing anymore. His partner immediately dashed off, trying to escape.

If at this point they still couldn't see that they had severely underestimated Anthony, then they would truly be blind. It was easy to kill others, yet no one can truly face his own death without being terrified or making efforts to save himself—life is precious.

Anthony chuckled and an invisible force dragged the escaping man back as he screamed, and threw him before Anthony. His horse kicked the pathetic man a few times, and the man got on his knees, shaking and continuously bowing before Anthony, rubbing his palms together, crying and pleading with incoherent words, terrified out of his mind.

"Yo… yo…young master. Pp… pppp… pppleeee… se let me go. Spare me, spare me I beg you. I will leave and never come back."

Anthony scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Of course, you won't come back since you don't want to die, unless you find strong help. But even so…"

"If you were the one in my shoes, would you let me go? Just now, weren't you boasting about how you would deal with me after robbing me? If I had turned out to be the weak one, would you and your group have let me off?"

His words terrified the thug. Even though he knew that they never had plans of sparing Anthony's life, to avoid him getting his family for revenge. He still couldn't help but beg shamelessly, unwilling to die.

"Please let me go, young master. Please spare my life. As long as you let me live, I can even be your slave or your dog. Please don't kill me."

Anthony spat at him, filled with disgust. This was the kind of people he hated the most. People that were so terrified of death, disloyal traitors, filled with greed and all kinds of vices, who would do anything for material benefit, bully the weak while sucking up to the strong.

"I have no need for a filthy, disloyal, uncouth, traitorous, evil and greedy wolf as yourself. I can never keep slaves like you around, you're not qualified."

The man immediately became very terrified.

"Young master, I will never betray you. Just give me a chance, I will work very hard."

The rest of his words were cut off as Anthony slashed off his head, and that of his companion.

"How foolish. Pitiful human lives, all lost because of some worthless desire. Before you steal something, you should first ask yourself if you have the ability to back it up."

Anthony sighed in mock pity, shaking his head. He chuckled, got down from the horses, and carefully removed all the storage units from the deceased men, searching their bodies to ensure he didn't miss any. With a wave of his hands, the corpses piled together, and fire from the tip of his fingers set them ablaze.

He checked the loot and laughed loudly.

"This clan master is quite rich, his ring is filled with good things, including gold, jewels, coins and spirit stones, even artefacts. He must have spent decades amassing ill gotten wealth. And now they're all mine. Hahaha."

The more he checked the items, the wider his smile became till he was grinning ear to ear.

"The others are not poor either, great, this is great. Wonderful. Hahahaha. I hope even more people come to rob me, all wealthier than this. As long as I kill enough robbers, I won't lack money or resources. And I also have three young mistresses to provide for now. I absolutely can't run short of money." He sighed, and packed them into his special bag.

Storing them in a ring might not be ideal, and he wasn't about to take chances, not when he schemed for a long time to get them. So he packed the items in a secure bag, and slipped it into his robe.

That's right, he intentionally made a big show, and boasted to the heavens, while arrogantly showing off his immortal herbs just for this. He wanted to lure in the greedy ones, and catch them in their own traps to stock up on money, enough to last him through his visits. And numerous fools fell for it, sacrificing themselves on the altar of covetousness.

Once satisfied without the loot he gained, Anthony jumped on his horse and quickly rode away, making his way back to the girls.

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