"We haven’t even looked for you, but you came looking for us." Drake’s voice rang out in the booze bar.
In an instant, everyone saw an arm flying in the air, and the crowd in the bar heard the scream of the man as he held his bleeding left arm in pain.
In a flash, the drunk men snapped to attention, their eyes now clear as they drew their weapons, surrounding Drake vigilantly, ready to attack at any moment.
Drake and the others were still sitting comfortably, watching the men.
"Who are you, and why are you attacking us? Do you want to face us, the Boars?" one of them said. When Drake heard this, he chuckled. Speaking of which, each of them was burly, so it couldn’t be denied why they called themselves Boars.
The eyes of the five men turned cold when they saw Drake chuckling. They were ready to attack, but what held them back was the fact they didn’t see how Drake had attacked.
"Oh, we? We are here for your head," Drake said lightly. Then, surprisingly, the part of the mask covering his mouth disappeared as he picked up the booze served to him, taking a sip.
"Nice booze, bartender," Drake said, while the expressions of the others there were turning unsightly. Drake’s words were like a shock—he said he wanted to kill someone, yet smiled as he said it. In their minds, they thought Drake and the others didn’t realize the horror of the Boars.
The five men’s expressions turned unsightly as they held their weapons, which were knives—but these knives weren’t ordinary. One could see they weren’t made with mortal ore, as a little Originat was flowing into them.
In the Origin Continent, weapons are classified as Mortal (called Trash), Origin Profound, Origin Earth, Origin Heaven, Origin King, Sacred, and Emperor Weapon.
Sacred Weapons are held by notable people, as they are rare. As for Emperor Weapons, there are none in the world—only half-emperor weapons. No one has laid eyes on a true Emperor Weapon, but one can’t say they don’t exist in the Origin Continent.
"Wait, calm down, we’re still discussing," Drake chuckled, waving his hand.
"You guys killed a family, right? Beat them to death, right? I’m sure it’s the money you gained from killing them that you’re spending on booze," Drake’s words struck the five men like a bolt of lightning. Their expressions were full of disbelief.
As for the crowd, they were wondering what was truly going on. In an instant, the five of them moved as they struck at Drake and his group. The one with the injured hand moved first, aiming for Drake’s neck with his knife.
Drake, who saw this through his mask, just grinned. He raised his right arm and slashed it like a sword—immediately, a head flew up in the bar.
Silence reigned as the other men, who had been attacking, paused and looked at Drake with growing fear.
[Host has killed an Early Stage Origin Foundation Realm Human. No Exp gained.]
"Hmph, such low cultivation. Didn’t even give experience points," Drake snorted inwardly.
"And here I was, telling you guys to wait because we were still discussing—but alas, you guys are impatient," Drake shook his head. His body emitted a chilly aura that scared the four remaining men. The body of the man dropped to the ground as blood splashed on the remaining four.
"Lizzy, take care of them," Drake said. In an instant, Lizzy moved, and in the next moment, the four men fell to the ground as they lost all signs of life. If one looked closely, one would see there was a thorn made of blood lodged in their hearts.
The crowd in the booze bar was already screaming—some had rushed outside, while others were just watching, shivering.
"So weak," Lizzy said. From her words, one could tell that she was disappointed.
They all stood up, heading toward the entrance of the bar. Drake paused as he turned back.
"Bartender, thanks for the booze."
The bartender, who was a man, heard this and began shivering when he heard Drake calling out to him. It wasn’t until they all confirmed that Drake and his group had left that they were finally able to breathe, looking toward the door.
Meanwhile, at the center of the town—in the town master’s house.
A golden-haired young man with golden eyes had an arrogant expression and a rich aura. From his expression, one could see that he loathed the poor.
"There’s still no update?" Young Master Leo said.
"Yes, young master," the same old man from before appeared. He looked like a mortal in the eyes of the weak—only those who had reached a certain cultivation would notice that this wasn’t so.
The old man had black hair and eyes, standing straight like an energetic young man.
Young Master Leo, who heard this, frowned as he fell into thought.
"Young master, we have to move for the party thrown for you," the old man said.
"Hmph, such a party thrown by weaklings," he snorted, looking at himself dressed in a well-designed golden robe. "Let’s go."
In a hall that was neither too small nor too large, a group of people dressed moderately stood as drinks and food were served. It had a certain elegance but couldn’t be compared to some!
It was lively as the crowd was engaged in conversation, and every moment, they would look toward the entrance—until suddenly, a golden-haired young man arrived in an elegant manner, followed by two maids beside him.
When the crowd saw this young man, they burst into gasps of surprise, seeing the arrogant look he had. Someone from the crowd moved—it was a middle-aged man with brown hair and eyes. Following behind him was a brown-haired young woman.
"Greetings to Young Master Leo. I am grateful you accepted my invitation," the middle-aged man said. This man was the town master of Bestial Town.
"No problem. Just make things sharp—I can’t spend more than one hour here," Young Master Leo said, while the town master nodded and brought him to the center of the hall, with all eyes on Young Master Leo.
As this was going on—
"What a lively party. Sorry to interrupt things, but we are here to give Young Master Leo a present."