Deities: Starting From Goblins C.574 - 361 Question _2

Chapter 574: Chapter 361 Question _2

“I’m not injured, and if you insist on staying in this city, don’t blame me for being impolite,” Sandy Wexler said, his gaze deep and icy. A powerful aura surged out of him. This was the aura of a Quasi-Saint Seat. The sheer pressure was almost too much for his dantian to bear, but he managed to hold on.

Yet, the three sect leaders were not intimidated. Instead, they smirked, “Is that so? Stop pretending. Why don’t we have a contest? If you still have your strength, we’ll leave immediately without a word. Otherwise, don’t blame us for helping manage the city.”

“You…” Sandy Wexler spat blood out of anger, but there was nothing he could do in face of their audacity. Moreover, his loss of cultivation was a hard fact. Even if he could bluff them for a while, could he keep it up for a year?

The three sect leaders sneered disdainfully. Sandy Wexler was now nothing more than a cripple, no longer worth their attention. They already regarded the city as their own and were considering how to divide it equally amongst themselves.

After pondering, Sandy Wexler suddenly said: “Aren’t you afraid of the city-protecting array? I may have lost my cultivation, but it does not mean you can do as you please. If necessary, I can reactivate the array. At that time, none of your three sects could escape.”

“Since the matter is out, we might as well be honest. We’re indeed here for the Spirit Stone fortune in the city, but we don’t intend to harm the tens of millions of people living here.”

One of them licked their lips and said, “We indeed fear the city-protecting array. But if you activate it, these tens of millions of people will be destroyed along with us. Can you bear such a cost? Compared to life, the loss of Spirit Stones is a trifling matter.”

Sandy Wexler lost all his strength at that moment. What they said was true. He clenched his fist, powerless to stop these plunderers. Even if they didn’t come, other forces and sects would have come.

At that moment, Logan walked in with a faint smile, “Oh, three Quasi-Saint Seats. I heard every single word you said.”

“Who are you?” The three men looked displeased. Even if they were here to rob, they demanded a respectful order of things. Everyone else in the room bowed in respect when seeing the elders, but Logan appeared nonchalant.

“I declare this city mine. Everyone else had better leave,” Logan answered in a loud voice, without responding to their question.

This made the trio even angrier. “What gives you the audacity to be so domineering? What ignorant little boy sent you? Even we, the three sect leaders, cannot confidently swallow this city whole and must share it equally. You dare to claim it all by yourself?”

“No sect, no faction.” Logan shrugged, “It doesn’t matter. If you don’t leave, then assume your three sects now belong to me. Or I will deal with you personally. Killing three Quasi-Saints is not impossible.”

Seeing this side of Logan, a glimmer of hope sparked in Sandy Wexler’s eyes. He had firsthand experience of Logan’s strength and cunning. He had not expected Logan to step into this conflict, but now that he did, he might be able to change everything.

Just when one of them was about to attack Logan, a man suddenly ran in, “Sect Leader, it’s bad! The young master’s cultivation has been destroyed, and Daoist is on his last breath.”

“What?” Silas Summer, the Master of Supreme Sect, roared angrily. He had just left for a moment, and now this had happened to the sect? They were all useless.

“Where is the Law Enforcement Elder? Has the murderer been dealt with?” The mere thought of a mishap befalling his only son, Lila Summer, filled Silas Summer with heartrending pain. He had high hopes for Lila and doted on him since he was a child, and he did not expect such a disaster to happen suddenly.

No matter which power had made this move, he was genuinely enraged. He would make the murderer and any forces related to the murderer pay one by one. His gaze inadvertently shot towards Sandy Wexler. If connected to him, this city would also disappear.

Asked in such a way by the Sect Leader, the person scratched his head, “The Law Enforcement Elder did rush over, but he was no match for him, and now he has become a cripple, with only the intellect of a three-year-old left. We barely managed to bring him back home, and the doctor said he couldn’t be cured.”

“Who did it?” Silas Summer was in complete turmoil. The Law Enforcement Elder was a Half-step Saint Seat, how many people in the world could match him? Unless a Quasi-Saint was involved, and if it is the Quasi-Saint, he is a sect leader. Could it be that the leader of another power also came?

However, if other Sect Leaders really came, why didn’t they come directly to the Lord’s Manor like them but instead bully his child? Silas Summer asked himself and realized that though he had offended many people in his life, there was no Quasi-Saint Sect Leader who wanted him dead.

The other two leaders just smiled and enjoyed the show quietly. Although they discussed the division of the city together, they weren’t exactly allies. Now, watching the Master of the Supreme Sect eat crow, they found it delightful.

The man shook his head, his smile bitter, “I’m not sure, it seems to be a young man.” Suddenly, he looked towards Logan, trembling. He had been in the marketplace at the time and had seen the whole process of Logan in action.

Then, he pointed at Logan, “This person.” Silas Summer, too, looked over at Logan, a hint of murderousness flashing in his eyes. Since he dared to lay hands on his son, no one would be able to stop him today. He would make sure Logan died a painful death.

Comparing with the irrational Silas Summer, the other two Sect Leaders swallowed hard. They gleaned terrifying news from the conversation – Logan had crippled even the Law Enforcement Elder of the Supreme Sect? Logan might be a rank of Quasi-Saint.

The key point was that Logan was different from them. Their Quasi-Saint rankers had undergone the baptism of time and even with hundreds of years of cultivation, could only reach that realm. Logan, however, was extraordinarily young. If he has indeed reached the Quasi-Saint rank, his natural talent must be extraordinary, with the guidance from a Sanctuary Powerhouse behind him.

Either way, one should not offend such people. The two Sect Leaders exchanged glances, they suddenly felt overwhelmed by the situation in the city. Although reluctant to abandon the resources at hand, they thought of leaving.

Then they thought about it. Silas Summer and Logan were already opposed. It was evident that their conflict could not be resolved without a fight. So they decided to watch the whole thing from the sidelines, see who would win. If Silas won, they would continue to apply pressure on Sandy Wexler together. If Logan won, they planned to leave the city immediately.

Faced with Silas Summer’s furious anger, Logan gave a faint smile, “Just a word of explanation, the reason I attacked Lila was because he intended to snatch my Spirit Stone. It was merely a retaliatory strike. I don’t understand why powerful people like you are so obsessed with Spirit Stone?”

Like Ernest Nango earlier, and now Lila, despite being from top-ranking families, they seemed obsessed with Spirit Stones, even though they should be least valuable for them. Why did they have to fixate on him so?

“Your crippling my son is a fact. Would explanation help?” Silas Summer’s deathly aura erupted, completely shrouding the Lord’s Manor. The only way he could vent his pent-up hatred now, was by plunging Logan into Hell and if there were grievances, they could be discussed there.

Logan shook his head, calm and composed, “The only reason I explained was not because I am afraid, but just to clarify the facts. Besides, as I said earlier, this city is now mine. Those who covet it and refuse to leave, I will treat them as enemies.”