Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 465: 280_1

Logan chuckled lightly, sipping his wine. The elder clenched his fists tightly, his anger reaching a boiling point. Even Shingo Butcher wouldn’t dare to act so presumptuously; did Logan believe that he could defy anyone because of Bart Cloud’s backing?”

The elder took a step forward and stared at Logan intently, “Please, save it. Not even a single Spirit Stone will you receive. You’re asking for twenty thousand Spirit Stones from the Westman Family, what exactly is your trump card? Even the City Lord wouldn’t demand such. Remember, trouble comes from a loose tongue. If you insist on becoming the enemy of the Westman Family, finding a place in this city will be impossible.”

“What if I say,” Logan replied, “If you don’t cough up these twenty thousand Spirit Stones, I’ll wipe out the Westman Family? I am a man of my word. As a show of sincerity, I’ll take August Westman as a hostage. After an hour, if there are no twenty thousand Spirit Stones, the head of the Westman Family’s Young Master will appear on the City Wall.”

As Logan made his indifferent announcement, Bart Cloud suddenly sprang into action. In a blink of an eye, he was standing in front of August Westman, grabbed him by the clothes, and hurled him to the ground behind Logan. Logan nonchalantly stomped on him, leaving August writhing in pain.

The Elder jumped up in alarm and reprimanded, “August Westman is our Westman Family’s Young Master. If there is even a scratch on him, our family will fight you to the death. Release the Young Master at once!” Despite this, Logan simply gave a cold smile and broke August’s arm.

Witnessing this, the elder angrily unsheathed his fearsome divine weapon and slashed at Logan. Before his weapon could even reach Logan, Bart Cloud intercepted it and with a casual palm strike forced the elder out of the inn.

At that moment, the Elder’s support group rushed forward, but they were quickly sent flying by Bart Cloud. It was as if they were a mob in his hands, not posing a challenge at all. Originally seeking to strike again, the elder stopped at the sight of this, his anger smoldered in check.

Realizing that he had no chance of winning this fight, the elder decided to leave. Bart Cloud was much stronger than he had expected. The previous estimation was at most the Perfect King’s Seat, but now he realized he was wrong. Bart Cloud was already a Half-step Sovereign, just a step away from Sovereign Realm. Unless several members of the Sovereign Realm from their family clan came, no one could stop Bart Cloud.

The elder took a deep breath and addressed Logan: “Give me an hour. I will bring twenty thousand Spirit Stones to redeem August. But you must not harm our Young Master. If you do, not a single Spirit Stone will you get.” Without turning back, he left, leaving behind the wailing August

“Your strength is terrifying. Even I am no match for you. I am impressed,” Shingo Butcher, who had been watching the fight, commented. Bart Cloud had only shown the tip of the iceberg of his strength and Butcher was certain that he could not get an edge even if he tried his hardest. He would be at a disadvantage in every aspect.

However, Butcher continued: “The Westman Family won’t be slaughtered. You have kidnapped their young master, the situation has escalated substantially. They will definitely kill you both in revenge. They are certainly not going to give you twenty thousand Spirit Stones. They are probably getting reinforcements.”

“Of course I know. But even if the Sovereign Realm comes, it will be useless. If you’re scared, feel free to leave.” Logan replied nonchalantly. He stretched lazily and continued drinking his bowl of wine. This made Shingo Butcher sneer. He had seen it all, how could he possibly run away now?

Although there were no outsiders in the inn, many people were listening and watching from the shadows outside. They all now knew that even a Westman Clan Elder couldn’t defeat Logan, and were left wondering who he really was. Could he possibly be the young master of some prestigious sect visiting this city for training? Otherwise, who would dare to challenge the Westman Clan and stay so calm?

At this moment, the city was on the brink of a storm. Everyone knew the Westman Clan would retaliate. Their prestige and face could not stand to be provoked. Capturing the Westman Clan’s young master was not merely a slap in the face but a declaration of war against the entire Westman Clan. Who would dare to act so brazenly in this city? This was the first time in decades that such a scene had unfolded. Everyone was certain that a great show was about to begin and, one by one, they gathered towards the inn.

Everyone wanted to see who would have the last laugh in this brewing trouble. Of course, everyone assumed it would be the Westman Clan, given their immense power. However, they were silently praying for Logan to prevail so they could be free from oppression by August Westman and conduct their small businesses in peace.

Logan yawned. Fifteen minutes had passed and yet not a single person from the Westman Family had arrived. Even if they were gathering reinforcements, it wouldn’t take this long; could it be that they had given up on August Westman? Logan decided to wait for another half hour, after that he would lose his patience.

“So this is what the Westman Clan’s young master amounts to. You’re discarded like a sack of potatoes, nobody cares about your fate. Suppose I were to behead you right now, would people from your family be enraged? You must have bullied so many people in this city, I bet your own family detests you!”

The moment Logan uttered these words, August Westman looked petrified, “Don’t…don’t do it. My father is the Westman Family’s head, and I’m his only child. They will definitely come with the twenty thousand Spirit Stones. Please show mercy and don’t kill me. I promise I will not tyrannize people in the future.”

“Alternatively, I could ruin your cultivation,” Logan considered, forcing August to become useless could be a good option. This way he would be forsaken for the rest of his life with no hopes of cultivating, essentially becoming deadweight. Who would want a lout to be the Family Head? This would also prevent August from bullying people in the future and put him into a mortal feud with the Head of Westman Clan. Of course, Logan wasn’t afraid of that.

“Who dares? If you dare to touch August Westman, I swear I will make sure you don’t die a completed corpse.” Suddenly, a roaring voice echoed from afar; it sounded both distant and near. Shortly after, a terrifying power descended and a formidable middle-aged man appeared, emanating disdain for everything.

“That’s actually the Head of the Westman Family. Legend has it that he has been in closed training for a decade and he emerges with such monstrous power. Ten years ago, he was already in the Dominator Realm. He must have made great progress and might even be in the Half-step Saint Seat! Those guys are in deep trouble. When the Westman Family’s head personally shows up, blood is certain to flow.”

“At first, they thought he’d send a few elders. It seems like the Westman Family Head highly treasures his son. Despite August Westman being a disappointment, he would surely not ignore it. They’re about to witness a great show, unlike anything this city has witnessed in decades. ”

A swarm of people gathered outside the inn, whispering among themselves. Everyone shook their heads; in their minds, they were certain that Logan and his companions had no chance of survival. Even the City Lord would not be able to protect them.