Chapter 234: THE SOUL SWORD

“Who is it?” Edward asked.

“Elder, it’s me. Nathan,” a voice replied from outside.

“Oh, Nathan, it’s you.” Edward’s gaze shifted to Zereth. “Go and see what he needs.”

Nathan was one of the guards stationed outside.

Zereth nodded and walked toward the door.

Creak!

He pushed it open. But the moment he did—

Shhhhk!

A fist burst straight through his chest, crushing his heart before he could even react. His eyes went wide—not from pain, but from sheer shock.

“It’s yo—” His words died on his lips as his body crumpled to the floor.

Though more mature, it was the same face that had once driven him to the brink of death years ago.

Logan Smith!

And now… that same face stood before him as he lay dying. But this time, there was no escape.

“I wish I had never responded to Mirena when her cousin approached me. I wish….” He couldn’t finish his whisper to himself.

The other two men at the table staggered back, chairs screeching as they leapt to their feet.

But they didn’t even get the chance to shout.

Whoosh!

A sword flashed forward. In a single stroke, both their throats were cut clean. They collapsed, blood spilling across the floorboards.

Elder Edward’s face twisted in disbelief. “How is this possible? How did he get here without anyone noticing?”

But his question never found an answer. His vision blurred, his body weakening as life slipped away.

Logan had moved too swiftly—too precisely. Not a single sound had escaped their throats, but the thuds of their bodies hitting the floor carried into the next room.

Inside the next room….

Alice sat helplessly on the chair, her hands bound tightly behind it. A storm of emotions churned inside her.

She was happy—Logan was alive.

But fear gnawed at her heart. If he came here, he might die.

She longed to see his face. Yet at the same time, she dreaded it, afraid that seeing him now would mean losing him forever. She didn’t know what to do.

“Is it too much to ask… just to live peacefully with my son?” she whispered to herself.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

And in front of her sat the young man—the mastermind. He waited with ease, fully confident in his plan.

But then, sudden noises erupted from the room next door.

“What’s going on in there?”

The young man rose from his seat after pondering for a while, frowning as he stepped toward the door.

But before his hand could even reach it—

Boom!

The door exploded inward. A shadow barged through.

Bam!

A fist slammed into his chest with crushing force. His body lifted off the ground, dragged backward through the air.

Boom!

He smashed into the wall, bursting through it and flying outside as dust and splinters filled the room.

Seeing the figure, Alice froze in shock. A surge of emotions rushed through her entire body.

“L… Logan… is that you?!” she stammered with a trembling voice.

It had been three long years. Three years that felt like a lifetime. Every single day had been spent in unbearable waiting. Not a moment had passed when she hadn’t prayed for his safety.

And now…

Finally, she saw him.

After all this time.

A faint breeze drifted through the room, lifting strands of her hair.

Logan’s eyes locked on hers. Their gazes met.

“Mother… sorry to make you wait this long. Just a little longer… and it will be over.”

With those words, he released his grip on the sword. Audrey hovered forward, floating gently until she steadied in front of Alice.

Logan’s gaze then shifted toward the hole in the wall. Veins bulged across his arms, his jaw tightened, and his fists clenched so hard his knuckles cracked.

He strode forward.

A murderous aura flared from his body, each step pressing so deep into the ground that it left a mark behind.

His body emerged outside.

Meanwhile the young man was already on his feet, brushing the dust from his clothes.

The moment Logan stepped outside, his eyes fell on him—and his steps froze.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Raphael?!” Logan blurted out.

The young man looked at him and let out a low chuckle. “Logan… it’s been a long time.

You really made me wait for three whole years.

I don’t know how you managed to slip in so silently—but it doesn’t matter. Your legend ends today.”

Logan’s mind spun. None of it made sense.

“Raphael… are you the one pulling the strings behind the Third Eye Sect?” His voice trembled with disbelief.

“And you—are you the one who rose to the level of an S-class hunter centuries ago?!”

His chest tightened, eyes narrowing. “How… how are you still so young? How is this possible?”

Raphael burst into laughter. “Logan, you’re so naive. Do those questions even matter—when you’re about to die?”

He flicked his hand.

Boom!

A thunderous bang echoed above their heads. In an instant, the jungle came alive. Dark figures rushed toward the house—hundreds of them. But when they saw the young man standing outside, they froze at a distance, waiting for his command.

“Bring that woman out!” Raphael’s voice roared. At once, many of them stormed inside.

Raphael waited, expecting a woman’s terrified scream to break the silence.

But instead…

One after another, shrieks rang out. Not from a woman, but from the men he had just sent inside.

“Arghhh!” “No—!”

Cries of agony bled through the walls.

Raphael’s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening.

“What the hell is going on in there?”

But then he noticed something—a flash… then another… and it kept happening…

He could see it clearly through the hole in the wall.

A sword hovered in midair, slashing down anyone who dared to approach.

Raphael’s eyes widened in shock. “Wait… that’s a Soul Sword. A weapon from the elves’ planet! What’s it doing here?” he muttered.

But his words didn’t go unheard. Logan’s gaze sharpened, his mind buzzing with shock after shock.

“How does he know it’s a Soul Sword? And even where it came from? Who exactly is this man?”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep