Subsequently, the maids, attired in black - and - white maid garbs, descended from the carriage. They shared a distinctive trait: lacking feet, they alighted in a floating manner.


    Glen cast his gaze upon these "individuals" emerging at this moment and then glanced at the carriage. Although the carriage was spacious, it seemed that accommodating so many occupants would inevitably result in a rather cramped situation.


    Before Glen could fully deliberate on this matter, the true master of the carriage stepped out.


    First, a faintly pallid hand grasped the edge of the doorframe. The hand boasted long, slender fingers, with jet - black, sharply pointed nails.


    Subsequently, a head adorned with long, jet - black hair, cascading like a waterfall, emerged from within the carriage.


    From a distance, one might be inclined to mistake this figure for a woman. However, Glen knew that the hand belonged to a male.


    Despite the fingers'' length, the joints were as thick as bamboo poles, lacking the aesthetic appeal of a woman''s hand.


    Glen''s experience seldom led him astray.


    Sure enough, when the individual fully emerged from the carriage, his tall stature and broad shoulders left no doubt that he was indeed male.


    The man''s long, black hair flowed freely, and he donned a long, black - and - purple cloak that concealed his arms entirely.


    As he turned his head to look in Glen''s direction, an exquisitely handsome visage came into view for both Glen and the old man.


    His features were deeply chiseled and three - dimensional, his eyebrows were as straight as two swords, and his purple pupils, complemented by smoky makeup, added an air of enigma.


    "Old man, do you know who this fellow is?" Glen inquired of the old man beside him, his mouth slightly askew as he spoke in a hushed tone.


    "When I relocated here, that villa was already unoccupied. I''ve never laid eyes on him," the old man replied in a similarly quiet voice.


    The man beside the carriage seemed to have caught wind of their conversation and furrowed his brows.


    He directed his gaze towards his villa, and after a brief moment, he shifted it back to Glen, posing his question in a tone of condescension:


    "During my absence, have you or anyone else entered my abode?"


    "I''ve no idea," Glen retorted, rolling his eyes.


    With such an attitude, he still expects me to respond? … Glen mused inwardly, preparing to retreat into his house to resume his affairs.


    However, the man standing before the carriage coldly remarked, "Did I grant you leave to depart?"


    Upon hearing this, the old man beside them couldn''t help but smile, aware that someone was about to face an unpleasant situation, yet refraining from divulging who.


    Glen halted the foot that was about to cross the threshold of his house, turned around, and regarded this self - assured individual with a smile, saying,


    "What? Do you seek a confrontation?"


    The man''s lips twitched, as if he had heard a child''s preposterous utterance. "A confrontation? Do you think you''re worthy?"


    At these words, Glen''s smile widened, and he uttered a statement that caused the purple - eyed man''s countenance to change instantaneously. "I''m truly at a loss as to where a fellow who has barely attained level seven derives such audacity."


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    The purple - eyed man was filled with consternation.


    This youth, who appeared to be scarcely in his early twenties, had seemingly discerned the extent of his strength with a single glance!


    Was it mere coincidence? But who would randomly conjecture such a high level as seven, and even specify that it was a marginal attainment! … Realizing that he might have picked a fight with a formidable opponent, the purple - eyed man composed his words and said,


    "I merely intended to inquire. I harbored no ulterior motives."


    "If you had no ulterior motives, why speak with such arrogance? I ask you, am I worthy to engage you in a fight?"


    As he spoke, Glen was already advancing towards the purple - eyed man.


    "You''d be well - advised not to stir up trouble..." The purple - eyed man, too, was becoming irate. He reflected that wherever he went, he was treated with deference and had never bowed to anyone.


    And now, uttering those somewhat conciliatory words had pushed him to his limit; he was disinclined to yield any further.


    "I intend to stir up trouble precisely. For the sake of harmonious relations between neighbors in the future, it would be best to put you in your proper place."


    Glen was nearly in front of the purple - eyed man, and the armored warriors had instinctively positioned themselves in front of their master.


    The four demonic horses had their dark - purple flames flaring, adopting a menacing demeanor.


    The purple - eyed man remained silent, merely fixing Glen with a cold, menacing stare as he approached step by step.


    A thick cloud of cursed black smoke enveloped Glen''s entire being, and a fearsome, violent aura expanded explosively.


    The purple - eyed man''s eyes widened in utter shock.


    A werewolf at the pinnacle of level seven, on the verge of breaching the threshold of level eight, was far more powerful than him!


    The loyal warriors held their ground, but with a mere sweep of Glen''s wolf claws, they were sent hurtling through the air like discarded tin cans. Their strength was eroded by the curse, rendering them unable to rise again.


    The four demonic horses, in contrast, became considerably more docile, attempting to extinguish their flames to the barest minimum and shivering as they edged away from Glen.


    With each heavy thud of his footsteps, the purple - eyed man watched with a grim expression as the colossal werewolf advanced towards him.


    "What do you intend?" he inquired in a low voice.


    Scarcely had the words left his lips when a massive paw struck him forcefully to the ground, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt from his nose and mouth.


    In truth, Glen had exerted minimal force, for the ground remained largely intact. He had merely concentrated the curse in his palm and struck, inflicting harm upon the man''s body.


    After all, this was a town shared by all the townsfolk, and it was inappropriate to damage public resources.


    "I ask you again, am I worthy to engage you in a fight?" Glen''s deep, demonic voice, characteristic of a werewolf, resounded.


    From start to finish, the purple - eyed man dared not make the slightest move to resist, fearing that he might truly enrage this formidable werewolf of unknown origin.


    Upon hearing Glen''s words, he endured the pain in his body and replied, "I am unworthy to fight you. I was in the wrong."


    At that moment, his proud spirit was thoroughly trampled into the dust, and he felt a profound sense of humiliation.


    Nonetheless, he secretly rejoiced that he had not brought his daughter with him today. Otherwise, if she had witnessed his disheveled state, he would have been filled with self - loathing.


    "Well, it''s good that you recognize your error. I hope you''re not someone who will incur my dislike, or you might as well prepare your own final resting place."


    Glen turned around, transformed back into human form, and without so much as a glance at the purple - eyed man on the ground, made his way back to his house.


    The old man had been observing with great relish. When Glen reached his side, he grinned and said,


    "If only such fools came around every day. It''s truly entertaining."


    Glen rolled his eyes. "Have you forgotten about your quest for vengeance? You still have the leisure to spectate?"


    At the mention of vengeance, the old man immediately wiped the smile from his face and lowered his head in contemplation.


    Glen clicked his tongue twice, impressed by the old man''s earnestness, and then returned to his house and shut the door.


    The purple - eyed man rose to his feet, sensing the curse within him dissipating, and let out a sigh of relief. With his regenerative abilities, he would soon be restored to his former self.


    He felt as though he had narrowly escaped death.


    Where on earth did Valosin find such a character? And he didn''t even inform me... he grumbled inwardly.


    Valosin was the previous owner of Glen''s house.


    Contemplating Glen''s formidable strength, the purple - eyed man instinctively glanced at the old man who had been conversing with Glen moments ago, surmising that he, too, must be a formidable figure.


    The old man, in the midst of his reflection, felt an odd gaze upon him. Looking up, he caught sight of the purple - eyed man''s vigilant expression and snorted in disdain before turning around and retreating into his house.