Deities: Starting From Goblins C.573 - 361 Question _1

Chapter 573: Chapter 361 Question _1

Seeing Earnest Summer’s mighty attack brewing, Logan launched his signature move, a God-slaying Sword Strike. The blade buzzed with an ancient, unstoppable energy. Floating around it were countless Great Law Principles. It seemed as though one swing could cleave the very sky.

Thousands of spectators gathered around the market gasped and fell back in fear, despite standing a hundred meters away. The imposing might emanating from Logan caused those who had previously ridiculed him to reconsider, with a newfound belief in his victory.

Earnest Summer, his adversary, suddenly found his confidence wavering. The vast gap made him question his ability to win. It wasn’t just a disparity in strength, but a qualitative change — their Divine Skills were on different tiers.

“Have you lost your nerve already?” Earnest Summer chuckled bitterly. But at this point, he had no choice but to wield his Divine Skill. Regardless of the outcome, he, as the Law Enforcement Elder of the Supreme Sect, could not afford to retreat.

In the next moment, Earnest Summer remained still as a mountain, his eyes locked on Logan. The spectators a distance away were stunned. Did Earnest Summer withstand the strike without a scratch?

Time passed until Earnest Summer, spurting blood, finally collapsed. Logan’s strike had shattered him in an instant, leaving him mentally devastated, a trauma that would haunt him forever.

The spectators marveled in awe, “He’s too strong. Even a Half-step Saint Seat was no match for him. Can this young man actually rival a Quasi-Saint Seat? If he matches our speculations, which power could possibly have nurtured such a terrifying being?”

Previously, everyone had scorned Logan for offending the Supreme Sect. Now, it appears Logan does have the strength to counter the Supreme Sect. Although the gap between him and the Master of the Supreme Sect is unknown, it’s assumed that the force behind Logan is not scared.

A deadly silence fell on Lila Summer, who had been so convinced that the Law Enforcement Elder would take revenge for her. But the Elder suffered the same fate as her—destroyed. Would Logan, this murderer, continue to parade in his arrogance?

She did not dare to make a sound, fearing that stirring Logan’s attention would lead to her death. After all, it was better to live dishonorably than to die well, especially when her father was the Master of the Supreme Sect. If she died now, it would be a huge loss.

Earnest Summer lay on the ground, riddled with bloody wounds. Fear vanished from his eyes, replaced with confusion. After Logan’s strike, Earnest Summer’s memory and intelligence were completely gone, leaving him laughing like a senseless child.

The transformation of the once high and mighty Half-step Sanctuary Powerhouse into such a pitiful state sent chills down the spines of the spectators. They were reminded that arrogance could lead to one’s downfall, all because Earnest Summer had offended Logan.

Logan and Bart Cloud left the market. Originally, they planned to leave right away, but instead chose to stay in the city for a few more days. They wanted to see how many powers had flooded in and whether they truly intended to drive out Sandy Wexler, the city’s current Lord.

The pair proceeded to the Lord’s Manor only to find thousands of strange faces from different forces gathered at the entrance. Logan frowned, realizing the circumstance was more severe than anticipated. Could a force as formidable as the Supreme Sect be behind this?

Through some manipulation, Logan and Bart Cloud found their way inside the manor. In the reception hall, Sandy Wexler was sipping tea. Three individuals, all in the Quasi-Saint Seat realm, were sitting before him, regarding him with amused curiosity.

After a long silence, one of them finally spoke, “We’ve heard of the chaos in the city last night. Seems your Vice Lord, Jake Wexler, has been causing trouble. How is it? Did the Lord get hurt? The rumors out there suggest that you’ve lost all your cultivation.”

“What does it have to do with you?” Sandy Wexler scoffed, brimming with dominant might. Having ruled the city for centuries, he saw through their motives clearly.

“If the Lord is injured, what will happen if villains cause trouble in the city? After discussing it, we’ve decided to send a large number of people to assist in managing the city. Our three Sects are top-tier forces, we believe we can satisfy the Lord.”

He continued with a faint smile, “We all remember what Jake Wexler has done. Lord, ponder this. We three major Sects are acting out of goodwill, and other Lords are watching closely. Unless you’re not injured, we’ll be on our way.”

Sandy Wexler laughed coldly. These people claimed to send reinforcements to help him manage the city, but they were clearly looking to usurp him for their own benefit. He would not let them succeed, or else the tens of millions of city-dwellers would be thrown into turbulent times.

These Sects were not acting out of well-intentioned concern. Their ultimate goal was to claim the city for its resources and Spirit Stones. Once they had what they wanted, the city, home to millions, would be abandoned in an instant.

Faced with the probing from these three Sects, Sandy Wexler suddenly felt helpless. He had indeed lost his cultivation and it would take decades to recover. How could he make these Sect Heads wary and leave?