Eternal life begins with saving my clan

"What are you doing?" Zimo called to his students. "We've got a guide."

They raised their heads to the mountain and saw the burly man on his knee, left with only one arm. They shook their heads and sighed.

They had gotten used to Zimo's ruthless actions. Anytime he attacked, blood must flow. He was so used to it that he did it subconsciously.

With the burly man leading them, their journey was fast. Even though the Purple Mist Mountain was hazardous with an uneven terrain, to the Blood Skull bandits, it was their backyard.

"So, there are other smaller groups like yours," Zimo asked.

"Yes. Yes." The burly man responded quickly.

"Good. Lead the way." Zimo smiled. "Let's deal with the smaller shrimps before going to the main dish."

After ten minutes of walking, the burly man led them into a hidden hideout of a smaller bandit group. The hideout was located between two massive mountains.

The two mountains were steep on all sides, making it difficult for their enemies to climb from the outside. Therefore, the only entrance to their hideout was the two paths on the opposite side of the mountain.

Zimo split them into two groups as they approached the hideout. At the entrance of the hideout were two bandits guarding the entrance.

"Stop!" One of them shouted.

The other unsheathed his sword, ready to attack. They knew the burly man, but his severed arm showed another story entirely.

However, instead of stopping, Cao Liu and the thin young man rushed toward them. Seeing this, the guards realized what was happening and acted swiftly.

A guard blew a whistle while the second one tried to stop Cao Liu and the thin young man.

Bang!

The massive sword of the thin young man shattered the bandit's sword into pieces and continued on its path. The bandit watched helplessly as the heavy sword crashed into his body.

It shattered his ribs, mangled his intestines into paste before it sent him flying. The bandit crashed against the mountain with a muffled groan before life left his body.

As for the second guard, his fate wasn't any better. He only blew the whistle once before his head was separated from his body.

With another kick to the chest, Cao Liu sent his headless body out of her way.

Meanwhile, the whistle had woken the bandits. They sprang to action, taking their weapons and rushing toward the enemies.

Inside a makeshift tent, an old man surrounded by five young girls didn't seem to care about the attack on his group. He believed his men would handle it.

"What are you doing?" He snapped at the girl feeding him.

"I'm sorry, my lord…" The girl quickly apologized. She took a chicken leg and fed the old man while another girl gave him wine.

Just as the man was enjoying his blissful life, the commotion happening outside slowly came to an end. He noticed this but believed this was his men taking care of the problem.

He prepared to have another round of sex with a young girl when the curtain to the tent was opened.

"Didn't I tell you never to disturb me!" The old man snapped turning his head.

"Oh, sorry about that, but I need your attention outside." Zimo said casually not caring about the naked body in front of him.

"Who the hell are you?" the old man asked with a deep frown on his face.

Whoosh!

Bang!

Ah!!!

The old man only felt a blurry scene and before he knew it. He was thrown outside the tent. He crashed heavily to the ground and broke a bone or two.

But that was not all, Zimo appeared right in front of him and gave a resounding slap. All the front row teeth of the old man flew out and blood splashed out of his mouth.

The old man felt like he was hit by a massive mountain. His head was dizzy, everything turning upside down. Before he could recover, another slap landed on his cheek.

Pa!

The powerful slap sent him flying, and he crashed against the mountain. The sound of his ribs and bones echoed in the now still hideout.

"P-we-ee-s"

With just two slaps, his face contorted into a pig's head. Blood coming from his major orifices.

"Lead us to the other group," Zimo commanded.

The old man wanted to speak, but words failed to come out of his mouth. Still, he struggled to stand up with trembling. He staggered back and forth; the slaps had made him lose the sense of direction.

Looking at the disoriented old man, the burly man thanked his luck. Compared to the old man, he was still lucky.

Finally, the old man managed to recover a bit of his bearing and with the support of the burly man. They led the way.

With the two group leaders leading the way, Zimo and his students continued their massacre. In less than one hour, they had destroyed six smaller groups.

From the beginning to the end, the bandits didn't have a semblance of what was happening. They couldn't be faulted.

Most of the bandits were in the early and intermediate Body Building realm. As for the group leaders, they were at the peak of the Body Building realm.

Thus, they didn't stand a chance from the beginning. Their fate had been decided when Zimo and his students entered the Purple Mist Mountain range.

Looking at the group leaders that had various degrees of injuries, Zimo asked, "So you're saying that all to the group."

"Yes…!" the nine bandit group leader nodded quickly.

"Alright. Lead us to the main base."

They nodded and led the way. The thought of fighting or keeping their main base a secret from their enemy never occurred. They were bandits; there was nothing like loyalty in their dictionary.

They were the scum of the society. The only thing they knew was how to loot and kill just to satiate their wild fantasy.

As for a feeling of camaraderie, what was that?

Could they eat it?

If the answer was no, then it meant nothing to them.