Chapter 533: Chapter 342: Hundred_1

Just as the elder was about to leave, he suddenly turned to look at the over a thousand kneeling people on the ground. Now that he had the Qiankun Pearl, he naturally didn’t want any unnecessary people to know about it, else it might leak to another Sanctuary Powerhouse.

After all, it’s a supreme treasure of the Demon Beast clan, which can provide cultivators with a hundred times more time. Many Sanctuary Powerhouses whose lifespans are near their end want to get it. As per his thinking, he naturally wanted to leave no survivors, but for the moment, he also had to take Logan’s opinion into consideration.

With one glance, Logan understood. He pointed to Manager Johnson with a faint smile, “Except him, no one from the Six Major Sects should be spared. All of them had exhausted all their powers to hunt me down, I naturally won’t show mercy.”

“Just as I thought.” The elder nodded, and the cries of the thousand-plus people resounded. They begged for mercy, but it was all in vain. When the wielder of the Saint Seat demonstrated his power, they all quickly turned into piles of dried bones.

Afterwards, the elder left. Manager Johnson was awestruck, still buried in fear and shock for a long time before he managed to regain his senses. He could not fathom that he had witnessed a Sanctuary Powerhouse and still managed to survive.

Quaking with terror, Manager Johnson respectfully looked at Logan, “Previously, standing on the same boat with you, I thought I was on a road of no return, as it was equivalent to making enemies with the Six Major Sects. Never imagined that in the end I would be the only one alive.”

The Six Major Sects used to be so grandiose, each of them was a first-grade sect that deterred the surroundings for millions of miles. Not only did they harbor Half-step Saint Seat powerhouses, but also Strong Dominators and individuals at the Perfect King’s Seat. But now, all these are gone.

Logan smiled faintly at Manager Johnson and said, “Small matter. Even without the help of the Saint Seat, I could have handled it myself. In my original plan, I would let the remaining Sects fight among themselves. The end result wouldn’t be too different from the current situation.”

Manager Johnson bowed three times and said solemnly, “You are a man who accomplishes great things. The six major sects no longer exist. I have decided to cultivate alone. Perhaps next time we meet, I will also become a Strong Dominator. I owe you great favor.”

“Go on,” Logan waved his hand, “Now that everything’s over, it’s time to part ways. Manager Johnson is not a bad person by nature. Although we initially decided to cooperate because of the Spirit Stone, he has never thought of betraying me from the beginning.”

After Manager Johnson left, Logan turned his gaze to Celica Shingo. With the six major sects now non-existent, naturally the Shingo Sect was one of them. As the Sect Leader, Celica felt heartbroken as he watched everyone at the palace gate killed by the Sanctuary Powerhouse.

Celica was still in pain, he smiled bitterly and said, “It’s all because of me being the sect master. If I had restrained the people of the Shingo Sect and not involved them in this action to vie for the Saint Seat, perhaps hundreds of people in the sect would not have died.”

He felt regretful. As the Sect Leader, he was really irresponsible. He couldn’t manage a bunch of people in the sect on normal days, and he couldn’t save the people of the sect when they were in danger. He felt guilty for this half-step Saint Seat cultivation.

“The Shingo Sect no longer exists, but there are still some disciples with weaker cultivations in your sect. You can relocate somewhere else and rebuild the sect. Everything can start over. The death of these elders in the sect is indeed deserved.”

Logan, neither humble nor arrogant, walked over to Celica and said, “In the future, make sure to keep a tight leash. Don’t let the people of the sect create trouble again. There are many hidden powerhouses in the world. Don’t think that having a half-step Saint Seat can make you invincible.”

“I understand,” Celica sighed and then asked, “What about Lowen? Has his condition improved? Now that all of our enemies have fallen, and the elders in the sect are gone, if it’s fine, he can safely return to the sect.”

“His injuries have healed. He is currently in the Demon Beast Mountain Range. You can go to the mountain range with me later to meet him. As for whether he wants to return to the sect, it’s up to him. As a friend, I won’t interfere at all.”

Logan shrugged, which frightened Celica a bit. His son was hidden in the Demon Beast Mountain Range? The millions of Demon Beasts inside had been raging these days, and no one knew when they would run amok.

But thinking about Logan’s supernatural ability, Celica relaxed. After all, the Heavenly Saint Daoist and the Beast King couldn’t handle Logan, and the six major sects also fell due to the conflict with Logan. Who in the world could deal with him?

If someone were to be selected as the pride of the heaven, Celica believed Logan was the undeniable choice. Despite only being in the Throne Realm, his opponents were many times stronger, such as the Half-Step Saint Seat or even the Sanctuary Powerhouse.

Yet, no one could handle Logan, and they all ended tragically. Because of an acquaintance with Logan, he was able to survive from Logan’s intervention. Without that, he would have ended up like other sect leaders, lying on the ground.

The two of them walked into the Demon Beast Mountain Range. After walking about ten miles, they met with Bart Cloud. The moment Celica saw his son, he was at a loss for a moment, remembering how weak and helpless he felt the day Lowen was taken away.

Lowen stepped forward and said gently, “Father.” This word indicated that he had put down his past resentment. He might have harbored resentment and unwillingness then, but he was deeply touched to learn that his father had risked helping Logan to rescue him.