Deities: Starting From Goblins

“More than a dozen Dominators have fallen, could it possibly be the work of a Sanctuary Powerhouse? Could the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect have returned for revenge after recovering from his injuries? I have long known that the Heavenly Sword Sect has a profound foundation, the remaining five major sects are done for now.”

“Something’s not right, there were more than a hundred casualties, and it involved the five major sects. The reason why no attacks were made on our camp yesterday must have been a warning to all major sects. The next attack will likely see everyone end up like the guards.”

“Everyone should return to their respective sects. The vicinity of the Demon Beast Mountain Range is abnormal. Perhaps the Beast King and the Heavenly Saint Daoist have not fallen, they are silently observing the drama unfold. The supposed opportunity that the Sanctuary Powerhouse offers is not something that we can covet.”

The leaders of the five major sects were rattled. However, compared to these disciples, they obviously could not lose their composure at this time. If these disciples panicked and fled, the five of them would be put in an even more difficult situation.

Celica Shingo coughed lightly and rebuked sternly, “Everyone stop making wild guesses. It was just a sneak attack by some petty characters who didn’t dare to reveal themselves. With us, the five Sect Leaders, guarding this camp, I guarantee that no more deaths will occur. Don’t let your minds wander.”

“Despite the identity of the adversary, we will find the murderer within a day and seek justice for our fallen comrades. The enemy did have some skills, but the most they can be is a Semi-Saint. However, we have five Half-Step Saint Seats. What are you all panicking for?”

“Anyone who dares to speculate and incite others, don’t blame the strictness of the Sect’s law. All of you are from top-ranked sects, haven’t you seen big scenes over the years? Over one hundred people have died, but as long as we are here, no one can stir trouble.”

The Sect Leaders all spoke out, quieting the crowd and stabilizing the frightened thousand plus followers. Observing the Sect Leaders exhibiting such confidence and boldness, what else was there for these disciples to fear?

The leader of Flying Flow Sect waved his hand, giving an order, “Continue to patrol, and the remainder will stand by. We five Sect Leaders will investigate the cause of death. Those who are good at analysis and logic can join the discussion.”

Once the crowd had dispersed, the five Sect Leaders came to inspect the bodies of the Dominators and fell into deep thought and silence one by one. To be able to silently kill more than a dozen Dominators, it would indeed be strenuous even for the Half-Step Saint Seats, not to mention a hundred Throne Strong Individuals who were on patrol, last night’s conjecture was all but confirmed in everyone’s minds.

The leader of Heavenly Saint Sect gave a bitter smile, turning to the others and saying, “We’re doomed. Provoking the Heavenly Sword Sect has really drawn out a Sanctuary Powerhouse. How can the five of us handle it? Yesterday it was the Dominators who died, tomorrow it will likely be us, the Sect Leaders!”

“Regret is of no use now, I don’t believe there’s a Sanctuary Powerhouse behind this. If we keep scaring ourselves, won’t we become a laughing stock? Thousands of disciples are looking at us. No matter how strong the enemy is, we can only fight to the death.”

Celica Shingo furrowed his brows in thought, “What about this for a foolproof plan, all of us together set up a shocking formation? With us five Half-Step Saint Seats, killing a Quasi-Saint should not be a problem, as long as the opponent is not a genuine Sanctuary Powerhouse.”

“Let’s treat the enemy as a Quasi-Saint. If it really is a Sanctuary Powerhouse, not one of us will survive. Being prepared beforehand can avoid being caught off guard. In any case, it’s a matter of life and death this time, Fellow Sect Leaders, no reservations anymore, we need to survive before anything else, right?”

The Sect Leader of Heavenly Saint Sect agreed with Celica Shingo. To set an example, he directly took out the sect inheritence Dharma device of the Heavenly Saint Sect. This device had been passed down for more than ten generations of Sect Leaders and was created by the Heavenly Saint Daoist himself after he became a Sanctuary Powerhouse.

Celica Shingo followed suit and pulled out a Divine Weapon of his own. This Supreme Treasure was refined by the first sect leader of the Shingo Clan, who was a prestigious figure of a Saint Seat at the time. The Divine Weapon was so powerful it could cause devastation across hundreds of miles when unleashed.

Seeing this, the other sect leaders held nothing back either. Almost all the five major sect leaders brought out a Divine Weapon. They were already at the threshold of the Saint Seat; with their Divine Weapons, their strength was infinitely close to becoming a semi-saint.

Aside from the Divine Weapons, they also combined their forces using their weapons to set up a grand formation. Once enemies attacked, their power would be weakened. They would even be incapable of employing the Law’s Force in this world, and only a true Saint Seat could ignore everything.

Though they had prepared thoroughly, there is still no guarantee they would be without concern. The only deciding factor would be the strength of their adversary. If their opponent was a semi-saint, the five of them could potentially stand a chance. However, if the opponent claimed the Saint Seat, no amount of divine weapons they held would make any difference.

After all, the Saint Seat was too powerful. It marked the highest level any cultivator could reach. They could mobilize the Law’s Force with a wave of their hand, and if displeased, they could even control Thunder Tribulation. The strength of their half-step Saint Seats was insignificant compared to a true Saint Seat, as weak as an ant.

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere at the entrance of the camp. With one look, they instantly killed more than a dozen guards of the Throne. In a flash, they crossed hundreds of metres to the outside of the camp with a Divine Skill killing a Dominator with ease.

Then came a roar that echoed throughout the sky: “The five sect leaders, come out and meet your death. I, the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, have returned for revenge. We will settle the accounts for the past today. You destroyed my Heavenly Sword Sect; I will wipe you out completely.”

The five of them looked serious, standing against the wind, face-to-face with the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect. They could feel the terrifying momentum from him, which had increased tenfold compared to before, with vague traces of Saint Might radiating from him.

They glanced at each other and arrived at a terrifying conclusion; in just a day, the dying Heavenly Sword Sect leader had grown even stronger? Taking a step forward from being half-step Saint Seat, had he formally become a Sanctuary Powerhouse?

Originally full of confidence, but at this moment, the sect leaders were filled with despair. They regretted not killing the leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect two days ago. The leader was not likely to spare any of them if he had indeed ascended to being the ‘Sanctuary Powerhouse.’

Celica Shingo’s eyes were like torches as he shook his head: “Don’t be fooled by him, the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader is just pretending to be powerful. He isn’t a true Saint Seat, otherwise, each of you would have knelt down because of the Saint’s oppression.”

“He must be a quasi-Saint Seat.” The sect leader from the Heavenly Saint Sect confirmed. After all, their sect had the Heavenly Saint Daoist act as an honor guard before, naturally, they had witnessed the terror of a Saint Seat. The Heavenly Sword Sect leader was far inferior to the Heavenly Saint Daoist.

Watching himself get seen through, the Heavenly Sword Sect leader smiled in amusement: “Boring. I’m indeed just a quasi-Saint Seat, but I am just a step away from breaking into the Saint Seat. Besides, isn’t it effortless for a quasi-Saint to deal with you?”

“Quasi-Saint Seat?” Logan looked contemplative in the crowd. Was a Saint Seat really that dreadful? Could it actually create a quasi-Saint out of thin air? If this was the case, wouldn’t there be quasi-Saints all over the world? This was too absurd.

Logan shook his head. All of this was definitely not as simple as it appeared. The Heavenly Sword leader’s quasi-Saint state was likely inflated. Maybe he was just a pawn manipulated by the Saint in the background. Logan knew of a secret technique that could drastically improve a person’s power by burning their life force.

If a Saint had burnt the life of the leadership of the Heavenly Sword Sect, that would explain his sudden power increase. It all made sense now. Judging from Logan’s past experiences, even if a half-step Saint burned their life, they wouldn’t last a day.