Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 990 - 562 What is Spirit

Chapter 990: Chapter 562: What is Spirit

Chapter 990: Chapter 562: What is Spirit

The Chieftain actually felt very humiliated, especially with many people witnessing his disgrace.

However, what he was more concerned about at the moment was his own life, more so than the Throne.

Luckily, his Master was only at the Saint Seat Eighth Level. Had it been any higher, he wouldn’t have merely been injured, but might have faced death.

The Chieftain clutched at his chest, and in this moment, he actually felt somewhat fortunate.

But after feeling fortunate, he also felt a deep sense of unwillingness.

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He didn’t know anything, yet he allowed this youngster to obtain the Throne.

This thing, even if taken to the Upper World, was a rare treasure.

Logan’s current strength was too weak. Even as the Owner of the Throne, he would have difficulty unleashing its full power.

But at present, it was more than enough to counter this Chieftain.

Looking at the figure lying on the ground, he didn’t let him off so easily.

The next second, he continued to operate the Throne, extracting Evil Qi to deal with him.

Just when the Evil Qi was about to land on the Chieftain, and the other party had stretched out his hand to resist it, preparing for the final blow and resisting fiercely,

Before it even touched him, the Evil Qi was suddenly blocked by a force.

Logan’s gaze shifted. He quickly retreated, a trace of surprise crossing his eyes.

The Demonic Qi that blocked his attack made him feel a terrifying pressure.

Moreover, such an effortless action clearly showed that the opponent didn’t take him seriously.

Seeing this, Logan slightly narrowed his eyes, feeling somewhat wary.

It seemed that this might be the person observing from the shadows, the one who had brought him a sense of crisis, someone whose strength was likely above the Chieftain’s.

Realizing this, Logan became even more cautious, daring not to act rashly.

“I wonder which esteemed person has intervened, hiding behind the scenes. What kind of Hero are you, if you won’t show yourself? You’ve been hiding for quite some time, haven’t you? Why not meet me face to face?”

“Hahaha…”

As soon as the words fell, a long and distant laughter echoed through the cramped environment.

“Indeed, worthy of being the chosen successor of Blood Nineteen, you really are uncommonly sharp. Have you already sensed my presence? When have I ever considered myself so well-hidden?”

As he spoke, Maximus Powers revealed himself without concealing his presence anymore.

The moment Logan felt the oppressive aura emanating from this man, his brows tightened.

The strength of this person…

He couldn’t quite see through this person’s strength, and it made him feel a profound threat.

This was something that had never happened to him before.

Unless, this person’s strength surpassed the Chieftain’s, had even moved beyond the Saint’s level, perhaps… a Saint King…

At this thought, a violent tremor crossed his mind.

It took a moment for him to calm down and steady his emotions before he spoke.

“May I ask if you, sir, are a Saint King among the Strong Ones…”

Maximus Powers smiled ambiguously. By not denying, he essentially affirmed it.

“As expected…”

Logan murmured to himself, a new measure of wariness in his eyes.

“This is the Lower Realm. I never expected to encounter a Saint King here. It seems I really am out of luck to have run into you today.”

He had thought that among the Demon Race of the Lower Realm, a Saint was already the highest rank possible.

Maximus Powers chuckled lightly.

“Is that so? Well, your initial thoughts weren’t wrong. After all, I only arrived in the Demon Race’s territory today. Had your actions been just a bit earlier, we might not have crossed paths, and the Demon Race could have been spared.”

Logan’s expression suddenly became a bit weird, not that it was very pleasant to begin with.

It would have been better if the other party hadn’t told him this; now that he knew, it felt all the more frustrating.

That such a near miss could occur—whether it was sheer bad luck or innocence, he couldn’t tell.

He sighed softly in his heart, but knew he had to face what was coming.

“Sir, it seems you wish to save this Chieftain?”

“Of course, I presume you’ve realized by now, I am one of the Demon Race. You can’t just attack one of my Race right under my nose without my consent.”

Logan’s expression remained very calm, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.

“If sir, you intend to intervene, things could become very complicated…”

“In fact, there’s no need for you to be so hostile towards us. Your Throne…”

He had barely gotten the words out when he saw the person in front of him adopt a guarded look. He chuckled softly.

“You don’t have to worry. I have no covetous intentions toward your belongings. Besides, the Throne recognizes its Owner. Once it has an Owner, unless they are willing to relinquish it, no one can forcefully take it without both losing the Owner and emptying the prize. So, as much as I desire your Throne, I would never attempt to seize it by force.”

Logan remained silent, weighing whether the man’s words were true or false.

“Young friend, considering your age, you might not be aware of many disputes. Regarding your Throne, I happen to know a thing or two, perhaps even more than you do.”

“Actually, we could become friends—there’s no need to stand on opposite sides.”

“Friends?”

Logan questioned the word, then muttered it as if sarcastically.

“You and I, we do not share the same path; how can we be friends?”

“Haha, our Races may indeed differ, but we share a mutual reverence for someone—Blood Nineteen, your Master. To speak frankly, I’ve always had a great admiration for Blood Nineteen. It’s just a pity that I’ve heard he fell after being sealed. I’ve always felt it was a great loss.”

“I never would have imagined that I would have such a fateful encounter today. You are his Disciple, his heir. Haha, it’s like finding something without even looking, the successor of someone I admire is right before my eyes. Young friend, don’t you think this could be a case of ‘no discord, no concord’?”