Deities: Starting From Goblins

The sect leaders offered no explanation. If they intimated that a Holy See was backing the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the fear would surely grip the thousands of people present. Moreover, everything was still speculation, unconfirmed. What if it added up to a false alarm hosited by a few scatterbrained individuals?

But, they took precautions just in case, executing the tightest security measures throughout the camp. Hundreds of people were assigned to patrol duties. Shockingly, each of them had reached the Perfect King’s Seat, while those leading the patrols were the dominant forces of various sects.

While many could not comprehend the situation, some discerning individuals speculated that something extraordinary must have happened for the sect leaders to take such measures. Their enemies were seemingly so formidable that even the sect leaders found the situation perplexing.

Logan, meanwhile, was hiding among them, equally baffled by these unusual actions. The Heavenly Sword Sect was no more, so what were those few sect leaders afraid of? Could they be afraid of the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader coming back for revenge on his deathbed? But these five remaining sect leaders were at Half-step Saint Seats, were they honestly that scared of the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader?

In Logan’s thinking, these major sects would definitely send a large number of personnel to track down the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader, instead of switching to the defensive stance like they were now, as if they were bracing for an incredibly powerful enemy. The slightest error could lead to the annihilation of the entire sect.

“Perhaps, someone rescued the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect!” Manager Johnson proposed sarcastically. As long as they hadn’t found the body of the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader, it would remain a potential threat for all sects involved, so their defensive preparations were only reasonable.

This remark enlightened Logan, and everything seemed to make sense. Of course, the multiple sect leaders and the Heavenly Sword Sect had already reached a point of no return. How could they spare the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader’s escape right under their noses? It pointed to a mastermind’s involvement, likely a Holy See on par with the Heavenly Saint Daoist. This explained why the sect leaders were on high alert, calling back all the outer sect disciples instead of continuing their pursuit of Logan or the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader.

A playful smile traced Logan’s lips as he muttered, “If there were indeed a Holy See in the picture, things would get highly interesting. Losing the Heavenly Sword Sect won’t shake these major sects, but facing an enemy at Holy See level is a different story.”

Logan, naturally, hoped for a Holy See, capable of wiping out these five major sects. That way, he would benefit and no longer face the threat of these sects. An individual of the Holy See would likely not care about the Beast King’s and Heavenly Saint Daoist’s inheritance, sparing Logan any interference.

Yet, despite everything falling into place, one question still puzzled Logan. If the interference truly came from a Holy See akin to the Heavenly Saint Daoist, why would they not suppress the five major sects directly instead of only rescuing their opposition and not revealing themselves?

Logan had a hunch; the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader might merely be a pawn of the exceptional character targeting the Holy See. The Holy See seemed not invincible and might have a lifespan comparable to the Heavenly Saint Daoist, plotting something by engaging in this situation.

Night fell, Manager Johnson and Logan shared a tent. By now, Logan had successfully disguised himself as a disciple of the Heavenly Saint Sect. With Manager Johnson as his cover, none could suspect his true identity.

“The situation is chaotic enough, and you’ve met your objective. Why do you stay?” Manager Johnson asked with a sullen face. He felt nervous around Logan, fearing he might accidentally get involved.

Logan’s scheme had been terrifying. Within a few days, he had successfully trapped numerous sects in his ploy and destroyed the Heavenly Sword Sect. If anything went wrong, Logan could escape while the major sect leaders dared not chase him under his ferocious array skills. Who could save Johnson?

Of course, Johnson hoped for Logan’s departure and that their paths would not cross again in the future. Given a year and a half, he might break through the Dominator Realm, relieve himself from the shackles of the Heavenly Saint Sect, and then perhaps he and Logan could have a pleasant chat.

Logan dismissed his fears with mild laughter. “What are you afraid of? It’s just the fall of the Heavenly Sword Sect. I believe none of the six great sects should remain. Otherwise, they pose a remaining threat. I’m not afraid of them, but my companions such as Bart Cloud are.”

“Ah, you want to use the divide and conquer strategy again?” A wry smile flashed across Manager Johnson’s face. “How do you plan to instigate conflict between the two sects? Considering the precedent of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the other sects will tread more cautiously and avoid getting drawn into conflict.”

“There will be enemies helping me. Something big will happen in the next few days,” replied Logan nonchalantly, considering if the character behind the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader really was a Holy See who would surely return for vengeance after recuperation.

Manager Johnson was puzzled but did not inquire further. Over the past several days, he had acquired eighty thousand Spirit Stones from Logan and must seize every moment for cultivation. Ascending to the Dominator Realm a day earlier would boost his confidence.

The following morning, the camp woke to a shocking discovery that more than a hundred guards who stood watch overnight were mysteriously dead. This included dozens of forces at the Dominator Realm, about fifty at Perfect King’s Seat, and over thirty ordinary King Seats.