Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 920 - 527: Monument to the King’s Fist

Chapter 920: Chapter 527: Monument to the King’s Fist

However, the two guards who usually strutted about thinking they could do as they pleased were about to meet their match.

They had become guards because of their not inconsiderable skills, and they didn’t take this young-looking man seriously.

But to their surprise, after exchanging a look and launching a combined attack, when their strike landed on Logan, it failed to make him so much as flinch.

“How is that possible?”

One of the guards shouted in disbelief. And he was not alone; his companion also found the whole situation exceedingly unexpected.

“You… you must have abilities beyond the Holy See!”

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To possess such cultivation level at such a young age was something only a genius in the big family clans could achieve.

Logan looked at them coolly, his expression one of impatience. He nonchalantly cleaned his ear, glancing at them with disdain.

“What’s the matter, are these all the tricks you have? So, is it my turn now?”

The guards, though not yet fully understanding the situation, felt an intense suppression.

They weren’t fools. Facing such an overt display of superior cultivation level, their first instinct was to flee. Being part of the Johnson Mansion, even mere guards had an Instantaneous Space magical treasure, a privilege afforded to them by their rank.

However, when they crushed the magical treasures, they didn’t disappear from the spot as expected.

“Such low-level spatial treasures, it seems the Johnson Mansion really treats you like fools, pacifying you with such trinkets.”

Logan scoffed coldly, his judgment leaving no room for the guards’ dignity.

“You little brat, who exactly are you? We are guards of the Johnson Mansion, part of the Johnson household. You may have power over us, but in doing so, you are also offending the Johnson Mansion. Have you thought this through?”

“Oh, really?”

Logan’s face showed a hint of surprise.

This sense of apprehension from him gave the guards a misguided sense of pride.

“Indeed, we aren’t ordinary guards but belong to the Johnson Mansion. As the saying goes, even when beating a dog, you must take notice of its master. You better weigh your actions.”

But the more arrogant the guards became, the more unrestrained Logan’s smile grew.

“That is… just perfect.”

The last three words caught the guards off guard, leaving them with puzzled expressions.

Had they misheard? Perfect in what sense?

Just as the two guards were flustered, Logan charitably enlightened them on the reality.

“I was just looking forward to a good visit to the Johnson Mansion. I didn’t come here wishing to become friends with the Johnson Mansion, and since you two short-sighted folks have come forward, might as well start with you as my welcome stones.”

Having said that, he grabbed their shoulders and tossed them into the air. After that, he muttered some spells, and the array started to work, freezing them mid-air before flinging them away with a strange force.

“Ah!”

“Ah!”

With screams of agony, their bodies crashed through the main gate, which was the entrance to the Council Hall, where the managers of the Johnson Mansion happened to be.

“How dare you barge in like this!”

The two guards spat out blood, unable to speak clearly, begging incessantly.

“Master, save us… save us.”

“Master, it’s bad, someone has broken in, we couldn’t stop them.”

“What?”

Upon hearing this, Father Johnson realized something was wrong. He didn’t waste time scolding the guards but immediately went out to see for himself.

Upon looking, he immediately saw Logan, hovering in the air, exuding a bloody aura and an incomparably oppressive force.

Father Johnson was no ordinary man. As the Patriarch of the Johnson Family, he certainly had the discernment.

This person was extraordinary, especially the pressure emanating from his cultivation level, which concerned Father Johnson.

“Logan! What is your purpose in breaking into the Johnson household?”

Logan, looking down on him from above, appeared both haughty and as if he were looking at an ant.

“You should ask that of Mr. Johnson. Why did he take my property? I hate it most when someone takes my things without asking, and since you’ve taken it, naturally, I have come to take it back!”

“What?”

Father Johnson’s eyes widened slightly, his disbelief apparent.

But his thoughts quickly turned to the small fox his son had brought home, no, it should be called the Nine-tailed Fox.

The Family Clan had placed great importance on it, even praising his son for flawlessly completing the mission.

And now here was the Ancient Master knocking at their door for it.

Father Johnson’s fists clenched unconsciously, his heart pounding with dread.

Yet his covetousness and greed for the little fox overcame his fear.

“Hmph, so it’s for that little fox, you are overestimating yourself. Since the little fox has fallen into our hands, it now belongs to us. Young man, we can negotiate. Tell us how many Spirit Stones you want, and we might just buy you off!”

Initially, they wanted to use the fox to threaten the protagonist, but then, realizing that it was the Nine-tailed Fox, they became obsessed with it.

“Buy? What belongs to me can’t be bought or taken away by anyone!”

These words hit a nerve for Logan, who waved his hand, unleashing several arrays.

Then, bursts of flame erupted from his hands.

All landed on the Johnson Mansion, on various places, wherever they touched they ignited a blaze.

The Johnson Mansion was filled with many people, guests, servants.

They were all terrified by the spectacle, fleeing in panic.

At the same time, they grew increasingly resentful toward the Johnson Mansion for bringing such wrath upon them.

“Mr. Johnson, what are you still doing? Return whatever you took from him quickly. Can’t you see he’s infuriated? Do you really want all of us to die here with you, to be buried with the Johnson Mansion?”