"You're just courting death!" scoffed the robber leader, not even breaking a sweat as several villagers attempted to attack him. He swung his greatsword, a cruel smile plastered on his lips.One by one, the villagers fell. Blood from gaping wounds stained the street, the site of the unbalanced battle, crimson.The inevitable cries of the women echoed as they watched their husbands, brothers, fathers, and sons fall, bathed in blood. It was truly a brutal massacre they were witnessing.If these cruel individuals had been a mere band of robbers, there might have been some semblance of balance, even with the villagers fighting unarmed. However, because the robber gang originated from a dark sect academy, the disparity was stark. The two hundred male villagers who initially resisted dwindled rapidly.In less than half an hour, the village had lost its men. Now, the strategically located village was more aptly called a village of widows, such was the number of women left to mourn their husb