Zahar walked into the hall where there were clearly many other so-called gang leaders. The head was a big, buff man with a little bit of cultivation. Nothing worth mentioning about.
Zahar looked around. There were about fifteen other similarly well built buff men. They were all staring at him.
"Where's Polud?"
Zahar didn't know his name, but now that he's dead, it absolutely didn't matter. "He's dead."
The others look horrified. "Who killed him?"
"Me." Zahar said as he walked closer. Zahar had no air, no ripple of power commonly seen in cultivators. Of course, they were inefficient, leaky cultivators. That's why other could feel them. Emperor's like Zahar were imperceptible. Efficient. No loss.
"You?" The young boy looked like he barely have enough food to eat, but the big boss stared. He flared his cultivation. "And you dare walk into my mansion with no money?"
"Of course. I'd walk into the Emperor's bedchambers too." Zahar responded. "I'd fuck your woman while I'm at it."
Zahar's taunt caused all the other fifteen men to pale. The big boss's fists glowed. "Big words, little boy. Die! Take my [Dragonearth Fist]!"
The brownish fist slammed into Zahar's fist, but what happened caused all the other fifteen men to look in horror.
He had punched through the big boss's fists, and caused his arm to tear apart from the inside, like a spear that ripped the entire arm apart. The boss screamed in pain.
Zahar's second fist landed right on the big boss's chest, in a quick flash of purple light. What's left was a hole where his heart used to be.
Zahar had the boss's heart in his hand.
The boss stared. "What- what?!"
He died, and Zahar smiled. A cultivator's heart was usually where a portion of their cultivation was stored. He absorbed the energies of the boss, and Zahar was instantly stronger. It was a technique commonly seen in demonic cultivators, but Zahar had used it in the higher realms against other Emperors.
The fifteen men present didn't know what to say, as Zahar flung the boss's corpses across the room, and then sat on his throne.
"Any objections?"
All of them looked deathly pale. No one dared mutter a word.
"Good. Where is the food, and where is the women?"
Zahar saw some people scramble out of the doors.
***
Life as a bigger boss was good, as the servants of the mansion quickly recognized there was a new boss in town. The bigger boss wasn't even rich, because as it soon turned out, the bigger boss actually reported to the City Lord. The City Lord, naturally, was a former inner disciple of the Roaring Dragon Sect, who, after decades of service, was given the role.
Weaklings.
Zahar stared at the servant girls that came to serve him, and frowned. They were so plain and ordinary that he sighed. He loved enslaving beauties of great sects and big families. It was his kink. Plain regular girls were lovely, for sure, but they were so harmless that he didn't feel any excitement from them.
It was a holiday. He needed to do fun things. Bullying harmless servants wasn't fun.
No matter. He stretched, and commanded them to feed him.
While they feed him fruits and meat, he focused on improving his strength. Right now, he had probably just a tiny, miniscule fraction of a fraction of his old strength.
Again, nothing worth losing sleep about.
After moving up in the world in a single day, it was time to sleep.
The old boss's chambers was relatively nice, and there were two ladies waiting naked in it. He approached them, and frowned. In a single glance he understood that they were just harmless innocent girls that had been forced into prostituting themselves to the old boss.
Boring. He didn't even feel horny looking at them naked.
"Alright, alright, I know you girls have to do this. Come. lie down on me and let me sleep."
The girls nodded obediently. They had no where else to go, and they were the 'boss's girls'.
Life sucked in a cultivation world.
It was time to sleep.