Deities: Starting From Goblins

The Nango Family Master furrowed his brow, his tone growing colder, “Don’t push it. Your strength is impressive, a match for me indeed, you can be considered a prodigy. However, I haven’t yet brought out my divine weapon and Dharma device. Do not delude yourself into thinking you can compare to a half-step Saint Seat.”

Logan is powerful, but he is merely a body cultivator, while the Nango Family Master boasts quite confident divine skills. Even though there was no clear winner in their previous encounter, the Nango Family Master was sure that if it came to a fight to the death, it would take him no more than ten moves to slay Logan.

“You’re overconfident!” Logan shook his head. He had never fought with anyone near the Saint Seat before. Indeed, he had only fought a few rounds so far, but didn’t Logan also possess a terrifying ability to arrange arrays besides his own power?

Furthermore, he was in possession of a rune left by a true Saint, capable of aiding him in ten attacks. Killing the Nango Family Master wouldn’t be difficult. The former had wanted to step back, and yet he continually looked down upon Logan, treating him like a charity case.

However, Logan had encountered many Sanctuary Powerhouses along his journey. Why would he fear a mere Half-step Saint Seat? His annoyance at the latter’s behavior only fanned the flames of his rage further. It wasn’t just about Ernest Nango’s intent to kill him anymore; Logan was beginning to take personal offense as well.

The Nango Family Master’s face was stricken, he took a step forward, “Presumptuous! Even if it comes down to a showdown, I will not let you leave today. The reputation of my Nango Family in this territory is so great, how can we tolerate others bullying us? You must pay the price.”

“Calm down, it’s a minor disagreement,” the Captain of the Guard tried to ease the tension, despite knowing his low status probably wouldn’t make a difference.

He was left with no choice; he couldn’t allow the two to come to blows as it would be a huge loss for their Lord, regardless of who was injured. If the Nango Family Master were to die at Logan’s hands, the forces under the Lord would lose a quarter of their strength. How would they then face the other Lord?

Conversely, if Logan died, a youth as skilled as a Half-step Saint Seat, who would believe that there was no Saint guiding him? Perhaps Logan was a recognized disciple of a Saint. If he were to be killed, they might face the wrath of a Saint.

The Nango Family Master, fuming, wanted to kill the speaker, but refrained as the latter was the Captain of the Guard. Attacking them would be tantamount to provoking the Lord.

Upon taking a deep breath, he said to the Captain of the Guard, “I do not wish to lose my temper, but he is too out of bounds. Disrespecting me is one thing, but he publicly tramples over my son. Tell me, isn’t my Nango Family Clan the victims?”

“Hmm…” The Captain of the Guard was in no position to comment; he simply couldn’t afford to offend either side. But in his heart, he blamed Ernest Nango. All this was caused by his attempt to steal something; he deserved his current fate.

At that moment, an elderly man appeared in the room. The moment everyone saw him, they immediately bowed in respect, including the Nango Family Master. The man was Jake Wexler, the Grand Elder under the Lord’s command, and the Vice Lord of this city.

Logan, however, remained calm throughout, unlike the others. After the elderly man inspected everyone in the room, he turned towards Logan, nodding his head. Initially, he hadn’t believed the guards’ reports of an extraordinary youth, but upon meeting Logan, he felt reassured.

Jake Wexler gave a slight smile, looking at the Nango Family Master, “You are making such a big fuss over a small misunderstanding with a young man. Isn’t this a bit embarrassing? Plus, with the tension between the two Lords, can we really afford to cause trouble now? Who will take responsibility if there is any mishap?”

“Grand Elder, I’d rather not start this,” The Nango Family Master responded evenly, “But look at it. My family always avoids trouble, yet this man not only tramples on my son but approves his own wrongs. Do you think I can stay out of this matter?”

“Ernest Nango is a gentleman in the city; why would he attempt to steal?” Jake Wexler was perplexed. The young man wouldn’t start trouble for no reason, least of all antagonizing the Nango Family Clan. Therefore, it was clear that Ernest Nango must’ve done something wrong first.

The Nango Family Master nodded sadly, “Grand Elder, you must seek justice. The Nango Family has been loyal to the Lord for many years. Whenever the Lord commands us, we respond immediately. How can we tolerate being bullied by an outsider?”

“The Lord has already given his orders; he values this matter greatly. Hence, I was sent here to investigate. Whoever is at fault will be impartially judged. If the Nango Family has genuinely been wronged, the Lord will seek justice for you. So, stop complaining.”

Jake Wexler, with piercing eyes, waved his hand and turned to Logan, “Young man, which Sect are you from, or who is your master?”

“I belong to no Sect, and my lineage matters not,” Logan replied nonchalantly. He knew the Grand Elder was apprehensive of his potential backing. But, would he still be able to fairly arbitrate this conflict once he discovered that Logan didn’t have any support?