As Farjan is walking towards them, the man who holds the bell is now very joyful. Feeling relief and being away from the hands of the God of Death. They are now sure of their survival. When Farjan is just a half meter away from the bell he stopped. After they saw Farjan stopped he immediately commanded him, "You! Kneel down and lick my shoes, if you do this I will somewhat forgive..."

But after finishing his words he saw Farjan's fist rushing towards him. His mouth gaped in shock, clearly, he doesn't expect that this man will try to punch him after surrendering to him.

Thud!

The man is propelled back several meters away, his teeth are removed and his face is now hard to paint, you can't even recognize him. Hitting the ground, he bounced many times and eventually he lost consciousness. Who can stand to the might of a punch with the strength of a cultivator? Even if he's only at the second level, he is still a cultivator and his opponent is a mere mortal human.

The other three widened their eyes in disbelief.

"Isn't he supposed to submit to us, then why he attacked?"

Farjan looked at them furrowing his brows, "What? Are you finished with the last jokes of your lives?"He said to them coolly.

By now, they are truly scared witlessly, their eyes are becoming wet, their bodies trembled so much that even they started to pee their pants. Although their job as a hired-killers requires their life is put on the run, but by the years of successfully doing their job without any trouble they started to have confidence that no one can beat and kill them, unfortunately, they run to this young demon and they remember that life will always come to an end. They started to think that this will be the punishment for all they've done.

"Please spare me; I will do anything you want."

"Me too, I'm ready to become your servant, just spare my life!"

"Master, I will give you all my wealth just don't kill me, I'm sure by the master's age you're interested in beautiful women, I can give them to you,"

They are now pleading for their life, surrendering themselves and even to the extent of being a servant and giving away all their wealth to Farjan and offering beautiful women to his liking.

Hearing this, Farjan asked them, "do you all surrender? If so, tell me who's behind this, is it the Sofori clan?"

The black-clothed men hesitate for a moment and after pondering for a moment, they gritted their teeth, ready to tell the truth. This is their only chance for survival, so they hold a grip unto it.

"It's the..." The black-clothed man in the middle spoke, but before he finished speaking he heard a strange sound.

"Ah!"

Thud!

A body fell to the ground with a dagger pierced through his back. Blood spill to the ground. The dagger is somewhat extraordinary having an intricate pattern with a skull carved on the end of where you hold it.

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The black-clothed men are now shocked, why? Because the young man who killed and beat them is now lying there on the ground with a dagger on the ground. Clearly, Farjan got stricken on his back with a dagger.

A woman revealed herself, wearing a black and white gown, her long hair is dark in color and she has a slim figure. This sexy woman held a trace of viciousness in her eyes but still, her beautiful face remained.

She walked towards Farjan then she looked at the black-clothed men. "You useless bunch! Tsk," she sneered coldly at them and without hesitation, she took out three more daggers.

Crying in fear, they kneeled and bow down their head that it hits the ground.

"We're sorry, we failed to kill him, he's strong so we can't beat hi..."

But before he finished his words three daggers flew out piercing their throats.

Farjan just barely saw this scene because his sight becomes cloudy and hazy. Before he closes his eyes he saw the blurry figure of the woman heading towards him saying "Screw this!"

On a village filled with tents. The men are working together with their bodies drenched in sweat holding hammers while others are carrying bricks, blocks and other necessities for building houses with solid and sturdy foundation. Unlike their previous houses that easily crumbled under the attack of the Sofori clan Imperial Guards, the new houses being built now is a lot stronger and is on par on the houses of a high-class clan, therefore demolishing these houses is not that easy anymore as kicking a little stone.

Pok! Pok! Pok!

Rrrr! Rrrr! Rrrr!

The sound of hammering and sawing rang throughout the whole area of Dowter clan territory as all people are busy. Even though there are people hired by the Sofori clan to build the houses, but still the males of the clan insist on helping. Because of being a low-class clan before they are used to working for themselves and obviously they created their houses using their own strength and sweat and entrusting the process of building their own houses to Sofori clan is an issue for them. Why would they trust their houses to one who destroyed their previous home? They still held a hint of resentment and doubt to the other party.

The other citizens are also busy doing matters on their own. A small market was born by the clansmen who likes to deal with business. In this time of recovering and upgrading, different kinds of goods are needed by the people and the rising of this small market helps them to gain an equal benefit to both customer and seller. Instead of going out of their village to buy their necessities this market helps them to reduce their exhaustion and it helps the sellers to gain income.

In a huge tent made as a substitute for the ancestral mansion for the time being. The clan leader together with the first elder is talking with a man who is known as the envoy of the Sofori clan to the Dowter clan, he is also the person in charge of the rebuilding of the Dowter clan. He is called Morris.

"The rebuilding of the village started yesterday, this will finish after a few months of hard work." the envoy said. "Also, here are the golds that are included in the contract for compensation." With that, with a fling of his sleeves, the man beside him immediately moved out of the tent. After a minute he arrived again back to the tent bringing a chest and he handed it over to the envoy and then the envoy handed it over to the Dowter clan leader.

The clan leader opened the chest and with his mouth agape, he saw the contents of the chest and thousands of gold coins filled the chest.

This is their first time seeing such a huge fortune and even the first elder who is known as the impartial, upright, cold and silent became a completely different person. He looks at the chest as if he's looking to his dear wife. It is proven that money can really change a person. It is somewhat normal for him to act like this because he is used to being poor. Even if he's an elder, the Dowter clan is a poor clan and they didn't have clan business like other clans so they don't have money to split between them, the elders and clan leaders. He is like a beggar who suddenly caught sight of a million fortune.

"Thank you very much!" the clan leader said gratefully. "Can we talk for a few minutes?" He added.

"You're welcome! Please excuse us."He said plainly and then he walked out of the room.

Two hours have passed since then, the clan leader and the first elder talked about how they will budget the money they have. The other elders are busy with their own family matters so they are not present. They will just consult them later.

"Father!" A woman said outside the tent.