A forbidden technique quickly flashed in his memory, making him gasp. Empathy, that was what it was. A forbidden technique that allows a third party to feel and see what another person once did, often used to communicate with ghosts or corpses.

"How terrifying! They could even initiate empathy by themselves and force me to listen to their memories. Wasn't the third party supposed to be willing for such an unorthodox method to work? How come I got dragged in without willingly attaching my hand to a ghost?" Anthony whispered, feeling a pounding headache.

His eyes suddenly met the blazing talismans he sent to stall the dark energy and his face immediately turned cloudy. He had drawn most of them using his blood! So, when it got attached to the ghosts floating around, some of the more powerful ones quickly formed a connection to his mind using the incredibly strong and powerful resentful energy, hoping to transmit their feelings to him. As if they wanted him to take revenge for them.

Anthony's face became even more gloomy as he thought about all the possibilities that could have occurred if the ghosts that initiated the empathy technique with him had the intention do drive him crazy. He was already feeling so terrible even though they didn't want to hurt him and just wanted to show him how they died tragically. What then would have happened of tjey truly invaded his body with the intention to harm him?

Before Anthony could retract the talismans, a wave of dark energy knocked into him, making him grunt in pain. At once, the scene before him reverted to that of the great devastation, making the headache return even stronger then before, as if it was coming for vengeance.

"Bring out the gourds!" An arrogant voice declared loudly. The arrogant one looked to be a teenager around the ages of fifteen to seventeen.

He was wearing a white robe which looked spotless, and was riding mid air on an expensive looking sword, which was obviously a spiritual item. However, the position the was standing at that time didn't give him the luxury of seeing everything clearly. Soon, men on floating battleships which looked similar to the normal human boats appeared. But the only difference was that their boat was flying mid air and didn't need water as a medium for movement.

"Capture everyone, don't let anyone escape. Not even the dogs and the chickens." The arrogant youth declared again, sending his men forth with an exaggerated hand gesture. There was the logo of a golden sun rising in the sky embroidered on his flowing robe. He was also wearing a jade ring, and a jade pendant was hanging from his waist. He wasn't too handsome but had an imposing presence. However, the young man was obviously cruel, ruthless and heartless. The young man was watching with a smirk as the inhabitants of the city fled like headless chickens, terrified of the merciless invaders destroying their home and capturing them.

Anthony felt a strong desire to rush forward and teach the audacious youth an unforgettable lesson. Bit unfortunately, it was merely empathy and moving was impossible. He only has to stand there, and feel all the negative energy and resentful thoughts from the ghosts. Hate, anger, unfathomable pain, depression, despair, and unwillingness. And most importantly, they despised themselves for being too weak to fend the invaders off.

Soon, the foot soldiers battered down the gates and swarmed in, and the capturing began. At first some people who were residents of the city and also top cultivators came to fend off the intruders, but were overpowered without much ado.

"Nice, nice. The older ones actually came to defend their city. In that case, kill all of them and drain their blood. I thought this would be a very entertaining journey. But unfortunately, it ended before it began. The legendary blood tribe whose blood was a miraculous elixir and can be modified for various purposes are just trash. What a waste! What a joke. People actually count this trash among the top clans? Nonsense. Capture everyone, don't spare even the dogs or cattle. Clear everything for me immediately."

"Yes young master."

Anthony looked at the banners which the invading side was carrying. They seemed to have flags where the words golden sun sect were written quite boldly. And before Anthony's eyes, they brought out a huge wooden tub and began to kill the members of the city. Each person was killed with a clean cut to the jugular and the blood was drained into the tub while the other group scooped them up and refilled them into gourds.

"Despicable bastards! How can you turn a living person into your elixir? How can you kill people just to get your hands on their precious blood just because of some legends circulating around?" Anthony muttered in his mind, blinded by fury.

Bullying people in broad daylight, killing them as if their lives weighed nothing, torturing some others for fun—all these were the actions of a terrible bastard who deserved no mercy.

"Just you wait! Do you think the blood clan is a place you can invade and attack as you please? We are bearers of the celestial bloodline. Treating us like this, don't you fear karma?" A young man suddenly shouted, fighting against those holding him down.

"Karma? What karma? I am the heaven above all heavens. I'm the one who sends thunder to strike evil doers, and for daring to say that to me, let me show you the meaning of karma. Chop off his tongue." The arrogant youth declared coldly, the same annoying smirk was very visible on his face.

The guards tied up the man's wife and stripped her naked, then came the whips.

The arrogant youth kept laughing loudly, his voice echoing in the nearly empty city.

"You call yourselves cultivators and enforcers of heavenly justice, but you're just scum of the earth who sold their conscience to a dog. Golden sun sect, you evil beings, one day you will meet a tragic end." The woman shouted amidst the pain and humiliation.

The arrogant youth's face darkened and he became furious.

"Good, let me show you the meaning of a tragic end."

***

Anthony clenched his fists tightly as he watched the scene from the perspective of the ghosts, cold sweat lined every inch of his skin and he felt burning fury in his heart. However, he was just watching a memory and can only feel the helplessness they once felt.

"Too bad I didn't come with my spiritual beast. Pick up one of them, let them have fun before they die." The arrogant youth declared coldly.

The guards immediately dragged one of the male prisoners forth and stripped him.

"You, what are you doing?" He whispered in horror, trying to cover his private part.

"What do you mean? I'm graciously giving you a chance to enjoy pleasure before we harvest your miraculous blood said to cure all diseases. What are you still wasting time for?" The arrogant youth asked, drifting closer on his sword.

The man's eyes widened, filled with incredulity that overshadowed his fear.

"Excuse me? You want me to do such a disgusting thing with my sister? That's an abomination!" He roared, his eyes red with fury, forgetting for a while that he should be afraid while facing such ruthless bastards.

The guards started laughing, and the arrogant youth chuckled coldly.

"That's even better don't you think? You should have a taste of your sister and know what such goodness feels like. I'm sure you must have wondered quite a few times what your sister's nether region tastes like. Some siblings even finger each other while in the pool. Or did you suddenly find her disgusting now your brother in-law has had his way with her? Don't be like that, your sister will feel quite heartbroken. Hurry up. Maybe if you give me a good performance, I might let you guys live a few more days."

"Shut up! Shut your filthy mouth, you bastard. You guys from the golden sun sect might be demented dogs who have no problem defiling their blood, but we from this tribe are honorable. We are not scums like you lot!" He roared, his voice hoarse and filled with anger.

The arrogant youth's eyes turned into frost, obviously infuriated. He raised his hand and motioned to the guards. But he needn't have. The man had pulled out a dagger from the shoes of a nearby guard and stabbed himself multiple times within two seconds, all at vital points.

"Yuan'er gege!" The woman who looked like a Chinese maiden roared in a broken voice, like a wounded animal. Tears of blood flowed down her cheeks as she struggled to go to her nearly dead brother. The brother opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Don't cry, it's fine. I will wait for you. Don't cry, alright?" He whispered in their dialect and breathed his last.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yuan'er!!!" The woman roared, struggling against the binds as tears streamed down her cheeks. However, each of her limbs were chained to a heavy metal, leaving her naked legs spread wide open, revealing everything. But at that moment, the shame of having her nakedness watched by hundreds of men was non-existent, and in its place was pain, raw pain.

The arrogant youth's voice echoed in the sunset, as he laughed loudly, apparently enjoying the tragic scene. His laughter seemed to be mocking the wailing woman.

Anthony's emotions were in chaos. At this rate, he will lose his rationality and get tainted by the ghost's resentful energy and remain lost in the trance forever until his corporeal body dies off. But he has not seemed to realize yet the kind of danger he was in.

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