Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 973 - 553 The Nine Lives Primordial Saint_2

Chapter 973: Chapter 553: The Nine Lives Primordial Saint_2

Chapter 973: Chapter 553: The Nine Lives Primordial Saint_2

As he shouted, a smile graced his face, and he tried to reach for the wine flask strapped to his waist.

But before he could even make a move, the tribespeople by his side had already restrained him.

Little White seemed quite accustomed to Nineteen’s antics, rolling his eyes in silence — a gesture only Logan noticed.

Logan’s mouth twitched, somewhat speechless at the scene unfolding before him.

Was it that these two were so eager to perform?

They could easily break free from these restraints, yet it seemed as if they were playing along.

However, the clan leader, unaware of the ruse, thought the other was genuinely scared and sneered.

“Your two accomplices aren’t up to much, are they? It’s a shame that your lifetime’s reputation is ruined by those two good-for-nothings. Do you hear me? Your Master is begging for his life, and his fate is in my hands now. You’d better weigh your decisions carefully, ha!”

Knowing that the two were merely playing, Logan was already at a loss for words.

Hearing the clan leader’s words only added to his speechlessness.

“Uh…”

He wanted to say something but found himself unable to articulate it for a moment, finally unable to bear it any longer and speaking bluntly.

“If you want to die, just say it. Using those two to threaten me, it seems you really are tired of living!”

A tiger not showing its might was surely not to be mistaken for a sick cat, was he, Logan?

Having said that, he acted swiftly as his blade fell, instantly slaughtering the two subordinates.

The Bloody Dagger, which had been used to sever the vines of the Tree of Life, had no bloodstains on it before.

Now the Bloody Dagger was indeed stained with blood.

The blood did not smudge the Bloody Dagger’s edge, making it difficult to see its sharpness.

Instead, after tasting blood, the tip of the Bloody Dagger seemed even more lethal than before, emitting a chilling, glinting light.

As the two tribespeople’s corpses fell, the clan leader was utterly dumbfounded.

“You, you… You dare to kill my tribespeople!”

The clan leader truly hadn’t expected that the Logan before him was a living King of Hell.

No matter how the previous skirmishes and contests played out, they had never resulted in any loss of life.

Seeing his two tribespeople collapse limply beside him, real fear took hold of the clan leader’s heart.

“What ‘you’, what ‘I’, do you see my attitude now? Now let them go!”

At that moment, the clan leader’s expression turned to one of horror, mingled with disbelief.

“You’ve actually retained all your strength, and after all that has happened, it hasn’t drained any of your power at all? How can this be?”

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The clan leader realized that things were spiraling out of control, feeling powerless to accomplish anything and knowing that these people would not listen to him.

Infuriated, the clan leader resigned himself to a shared fate with the others.

Since pleading with Logan could no longer benefit him, he might as well ensure that the three of them perished along with him.

“Fine, you refuse to help me, right? Then let’s die together. If I die, I’ll take your two companions with me. That’ll be worth it!”

With that, he immediately ordered his subordinates to attack the weak and the elderly, intending to send them to the Yellow Springs.

“Kill the kid and the old man! I want to see if Logan will regret his decision now!”

Unfortunately, all that followed was a heartbreaking wail, and turning around, he saw his own men swiftly slain by those two “weak” individuals.

The clan leader’s eyes widened more than a bell, never having anticipated that those who seemed to have no capacity for resistance could handle his tribespeople with such ease, as if slicing through melons.

Nineteen yawned.

He had actually intended to continue the farce a bit longer. But seeing that Logan stopped playing, he resolved to wrap things up more quickly.

After all, there wasn’t much time left.

Initially, Little White intended to resist, but upon seeing Nineteen so easily captured and thinking he had another plan or idea, he opted to play along.

Now, it was clear the old man was just being stubborn.

How could someone who looked so old be so playful like a child?

Nineteen and Little White stepped forward to Logan’s side, ignoring the chaos that surrounded them.

There were those crying in pain, begging for mercy, and others fleeing in all directions, fearing they’d be the next victims of these three Kings of Hell.

In an instant, the clan leader’s tribespeople were in complete disarray.

Knowing he’d made a grave mistake, the clan leader shrank back, preparing to flee, but how could Logan possibly give him that chance.

In the blink of an eye, he had flashed in front of the Clan Leader.

He had crossed hands with the Clan Leader before and knew full well the extent of the Clan Leader’s strength. Now, to kill the Clan Leader was nothing more than child’s play for him.

“Don’t kill me, whatever you want I can give you. It was all my fault before, please let bygones be bygones and let me go, I won’t be the Clan Leader anymore!”

Before the Clan Leader could finish his wailing, Logan had grown weary of listening to his gabbling.

His expression remained calm, his move was fierce.

The next moment, Logan had twisted the Clan Leader’s neck.

Blood spurted out, but it was all over in an instant.

Many clansmen who supported the Clan Leader hadn’t even reacted yet; in their minds, the Clan Leader, who was akin to a deity to them, had already fallen to the ground, his blood flowing freely.

The sounds of shouting and killing grew closer. Logan could see that the troop led by the Branch Elders was gradually approaching their position.

While everyone harbored their own thoughts, someone ran over from afar, yelling as he approached.

“It’s bad, the Deputy Clan Leader is leading troops over, what should we do? Clan Leader!”

Before his voice faded, he saw the corpse of their Clan Leader lying in front of Logan, and, as if his words were choked in his throat, he couldn’t utter a sound.

“How did the Clan Leader die!”

Logan glanced at the flustered clansman before him, chuckled lightly, his voice ghostly.

“Indeed, your Clan Leader is dead. Do you still plan to put up a futile struggle? Better to surrender now. Perhaps that Deputy Clan Leader might even spare your lives.”

As soon as Logan’s words fell, those people seemed to have found a way out and immediately made up their minds.

“Deputy Clan Leader, powerful!”

In the crowd, someone shouted this phrase, and countless clansmen who originally followed the Clan Leader began to echo it.

“Deputy Clan Leader, powerful!”

“The Deputy Clan Leader is our next Clan Leader!”

At the same time, the Deputy Clan Leader, weapon in hand, had been prepared to continue moving forward and reach the Clan Leader.

Then he heard what seemed to be chants of “Deputy Clan Leader, powerful” coming from the Clan Leader’s chambers.

He thought he had misheard, and, incredulous, he cleaned out his ears and looked toward the Clan Leader’s house.

Soon he realized he had not heard wrong, as Logan emerged with those who had originally belonged to the Clan Leader.

His hands were still stained with blood; it seemed he had just killed someone.

“I’ve lent you a hand along the way; I hope it hasn’t disappointed you.”

Logan spread his hands, as if killing the Clan Leader was for him a trivial matter.

The Deputy Clan Leader understood.

He had been wondering whether Logan had been killed by the Clan Leader, but now it was clear that Logan was someone he couldn’t afford to provoke.

“Thank you, Hero Logan, for helping our clan to punish the unworthy!”

These were nothing but empty pleasantries.

Logan understood that if it were not for the Deputy Clan Leader’s uprising at this moment, he might not have cared about the rebellion that would have happened thereafter.

That he had killed the Clan Leader nonchalantly was only because the Clan Leader had touched his people, provoked his wrath.

Logan looked indifferent, not considering this to be a particularly glorious honor.

The Deputy Clan Leader also understood that Logan didn’t need these superficial pleasantries, so he took the initiative to forge a connection with Logan.

“Hero Logan truly stands out among the young heroes. I would like to befriend you here. If there is ever a time when Hero Logan needs my assistance, I will certainly consider the situation and do my best to comply.”

Logan waved his hand, a slight smile appearing on his face.

Who doesn’t like to be praised?

He certainly had real strength, but listening to others sing his praises was still an enjoyable experience.

“Deputy Clan Leader, you flatter me. You are a man of ambition and courage as well, and I would be happy to become friends with you.”

The two shook hands politely and then parted ways.

“So, Hero Logan, what is your next move?”

As he said this, the Deputy Clan Leader’s gaze flickered; he had other plans in mind.

“Hearing the Deputy Clan Leader say so, could it be that you have some other idea?”

Logan’s eyes were smiling, his jade-like face not the least bit terrifying despite a few splatters of blood, but rather adding a sharpness to his gentle elegance.