Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 784: Chapter 467: The Great Fate Technique_2

Being one person short, their forbidden arts unable to be amplified, and after a long period, with the Dantian damaged and still unable to hit Logan.

Logan sneered, knowing that it was time for his counterattack, so he circulated his Spiritual Energy, approached them, and the Emperor Weapon slashed down in one swift motion. The few hurriedly struck back, but they were no match at all, hence Logan killed two of them. Now only one person still had combat power.

As the leader of the twelve desert warriors, watching his companions fall one by one, he was in great pain. Unfortunately, he was not a match for Logan, especially now alone. His only option seemed to be to humble himself before Logan, perhaps there would be a chance to survive.

“Fellow Daoist, my companions were wrong before, and now they have received their retribution. Let’s not dwell on the past and stop fighting each other, what do you say?”

Facing his persistent pleading, there wasn’t the slightest wavering in Logan’s eyes. He shook his head, wondering to himself where the arrogance and might of the twelve who ganged up on him just now had gone? Now reduced to one, begging for mercy simply because he couldn’t win?

Since they had provoked him, they should have understood that regardless of the situation, he would never show mercy, especially in this strange Outer Domain with not a single familiar face around. He could only rely on demonstrating his might to gain a foothold.

Logan’s gaze was fixed on the last leader of his enemies, his decision unshakeably firm. The battle was not yet over, so he would not relax in the slightest.

Seeing this, the leader’s eyes flashed with determination, fully aware that if he did not fight to the death, he would probably have no choice but to sit back and await his demise. Taking advantage of Logan’s attack, he suddenly lunged in a desperate sneak attack.

However, Logan was well-prepared, dodging the strike effortlessly as if he had eyes on the back of his head. His Emperor Weapon traced a dazzling arc in midair, instantly decapitating the attacker. With the last cry fading in the air, all twelve Saint Seat Level strong ones had perished.

The twelve bodies lay scattered on the ground, and Logan took a long breath. This was his first battle since he entered the Outer Domain, to have killed twelve Sanctuary Powerhouses in succession, an achievement he wouldn’t have dared to imagine in his previous encounters.

After the battle, Logan quickly found a Concealed spot to recover from his injuries. After a full day’s time, his injuries were completely healed. Moreover, the life and death ordeal of the battle had significantly enhanced his strength, promoting him to the Saint Seat Second Level.

Delighted at this unexpected gain, Logan couldn’t help but envision that reaching the Saint Seat Ninth Level within a year seemed not impossible at this rate of Cultivation and trend.

He took a deep breath, his eyes resolute and full of fighting spirit. To not fear Saint Emperor Powerhouses a day sooner, he must continue his journey. One step back, and it’s the Bottomless Abyss.

After walking for three days, Logan finally left the desert. He wanted to find a town to understand more about the Outer Domain.

But it wasn’t just a town that was missing; he couldn’t see a single person. What exactly was going on with this Outer Domain? Why was there no one? Logan couldn’t understand.

Or perhaps after half a day, Logan finally saw a caravan and decided to approach it to ask for information. The five or six guards at the front of the caravan immediately tensed up.

“Who are you, and what do you want?” Facing their questioning, Logan replied very amiably, “I mean no harm, I’m just lost. May I ask you for some information?”

“Oh, where do you want to go?” asked the six guards. Logan was stumped again, since it was his first time in the Outer Domain, he had no idea where to go.

Where did he want to go? Coming to the Outer Domain was to become stronger. Now that he couldn’t find a town, he surely couldn’t just return, could he? Definitely not suitable.

“How can I keep this pretense up? Completely ignorant to even the simplest question? You really can’t answer where you want to go, and you say you have no purpose?”

Seeing that Logan couldn’t come up with a reason, their suspicion deepened. His actions were obvious, he definitely had an ulterior motive. Even if he was lost, he wouldn’t have forgotten where he wanted to go.

So, they said coldly, “No matter where you are from, get lost quickly, understand? If you dare make any rash moves, don’t blame us for acting.”

Logan felt a heavy weight in his heart as he keenly sensed the profound strength of the six men before him, each of them navigating within the realms of the third and fourth levels of Saint Seat… but he himself was merely at the first level, and following the intense battle where he had taken on twelve, his inner strength had already waned like a spent arrow, with fatigue laid bare for all to see.

Should he engage with these six men, the chance of victory was slim to none; yet if he were to leave now, where could he go? In this foreign land beyond his domain, without kin or reason, he was utterly lost.

Despite knowing the perilous situation he was in, Logan still bowed in a respectful greeting, determined to continue his inquiry, “Fellow daoist, I am just a passerby, why harbor such malice?”

However, his persistence did not elicit understanding from the other party; instead, it incited a more fierce conflict, with the six men springing into action instantly, their attacks sharp and aggressive, intent on suppressing him.

Left with no choice, Logan was forced to meet their aggression. The battle between Saint Seats stirred the Heavenly and Earthly Laws, each collision akin to mountains crumbling and earth splitting, decimating everything within a ten-mile radius, leaving utter devastation in its wake.

At this most critical moment, from within the carriage of the convoy, a majestic voice bellowed, “We don’t have that much time to waste, deal with this nuisance quickly.”

A guard replied upon hearing the command, his voice revealing deep resignation, “Young Master, this matter is somewhat tricky; this person is far from simple.”

The contest between those of the Saint Seat had reached the Laws, making it anything but easy to defeat an adversary once and for all. Not to mention, the man before them, though only at the first level of Saint Seat, wielded combat power comparable to the fifth or sixth level, proving him difficult to handle.

“No matter how complicated, finish this within ten minutes, do not force me to take action myself,” the voice inside the carriage was stern and resolute, brooking no doubt. “Understood?”

Upon hearing this, the guard’s face took on a determined hue as he responded promptly, “I understand. Rest assured, Young Master, even at the cost of our lives, we six shall deal with him.”

Driven by the Young Master’s merciless command, the six guards, loyal and unwilling, knew their own strength was not superior, yet they attacked Logan like crazed beasts, not caring for their own lives, their forms like predatory wolves.

Each strike contained a courage ready to risk mutual destruction. Yet each fierce attack was parried by Logan, who immediately countered. Logan sighed inwardly, wondering what could have happened to these six that they would not fear death? To engage in a battle where killing a thousand enemies meant self-inflicting eight hundred injuries.

After over a dozen rounds, thanks to his agile movements and inscrutably profound martial skills, Logan had already caused each of these six exceptionally powerful guards to suffer injuries, leaving their state pitiful and on the brink of collapse.

Embarrassment was mixed with annoyance on their faces, for they had come in compliance with the Young Master’s commands, thinking they would surely win, yet they had not anticipated the battle would turn so bloody.

From within the carriage, a thunderous roar of outrage erupted: “Six useless fools, you can’t deal with one man working together? What a disappointment.”

As the words faded, the carriage curtain was flung aside, and a noble-looking young man stepped out steadily, his presence releasing a boundless and unmatched aura, clearly having cultivated to the sixth level of the Saint Seat realm, far surpassing Logan’s current Saint Seat Second Level cultivation.

Despite having an Emperor Weapon in hand, Logan still felt unprecedented pressure in the face of such a vast chasm in cultivation levels. The divine powers displayed by the young man with each move were comparable to the Half-step Saint Emperor Realm, which was enough to confirm his extraordinary status.

Moreover, he was accompanied by six Saint Seat Level guards, a formation clearly not something ordinary individuals could possess.

As the young man closed in, with only a step left between them, the air seemed to freeze, imbued with a suffocating tension.

Logan gripped his Emperor Weapon tightly, showing no sign of retreat, and resolutely met the opponent’s assault. In their initial exchange, the two were evenly matched, ending in a draw, but Logan knew in his heart that this was just the beginning of the fight. As it progressed, he would increasingly be at a disadvantage,

for the young man’s strength was unfathomable, like a Bottomless Abyss, his true depth unknown and his Divine Skills far exceeding his own realm.