Logan slowly walked toward the battlefield.

Hueng Long and Feng Dao exchanged glances. “Don’t tell me the young master is planning to take them all on by himself,” Feng Dao muttered.

Hueng Long didn’t reply, but the thought had already crossed his mind as well.

Meanwhile, Logan….. ‘I still can’t activate the first level of Dragon Awakening,’ he thought as he walked forward. ‘But with Dragon’s Glare, that new ability I awakened, and my magic… Let’s see how many levels above my own I can fight.’

Logan bent his knees slightly. And then…..

He jumped.

The ground beneath his feet cracked as he shot into the air like a cannonball. All eyes instinctively followed him upward. For a brief moment, Logan’s figure hung high above the battlefield before he began descending.

BOOM!

The moment he landed on the battlefield, the earth exploded beneath his feet. Dust and debris surged outward like a tidal wave, forcing everyone nearby to stagger back.

Logan slowly straightened his back. “Audrey.” He whispered. The sword flashed out from his storage ring. At the same time, another sword lying beside a corpse suddenly lifted off the ground and shot through the air toward him.

Thud!

Logan raised his hand and caught the hilt cleanly as it slammed into his palm. He slowly curled his fingers around it.

The battlefield grew eerily quiet. Several people instinctively took a few steps back.

Not just the members of the evil spirit families. Even the cultivators from the spirit families felt it.

That suffocating aura radiating from Logan.

A chill ran down their spines.

Seeing Logan prepare for battle, Tian Shin finally stepped forward. Two Martial Sovereigns had already died by his hand.

He still couldn’t understand how it was possible. But judging by Logan’s spiritual energy, he was certain the boy was only a Martial Saint. Yet those two Sovereigns had fallen like insects.

“W–Wait!” Tian Shin suddenly shouted. “We can sit down and talk. There is no need for such hostility between us.”

But Logan didn’t even look at him. He moved. His body blurred, leaving behind a faint afterimage.

The next moment…

He appeared in front of a Martial Sovereign from the Feng Family. The man was in his fifties, holding a blood-red sword.

Logan swung his blade.

Clang!

The Martial Sovereign blocked the attack with ease. After all, he was two realms higher.

The man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The shock of seeing Logan kill two sovereigns so easily had begun to fade.

‘Maybe it was just a fluke,’ he thought. But before that sense of reassurance could fully settle…

Schlk!

The martial sovereign suddenly froze. His body stiffened. Slowly… almost mechanically… he lowered his gaze.

A cold steel tip had burst out from his chest.

Blood began to drip down the blade. His sword slipped from his fingers and clanged against the ground.

For a moment, confusion filled his eyes.

Then disbelief. With great difficulty, he tilted his head back, trying to see who had attacked him.

But behind him… There was no one.

‘W-what kind of power is this…?’ The thought flashed across his mind like lightning. Strength drained from his body. His knees buckled. A dull thud echoed across the battlefield as his corpse collapsed onto the ground.

A wave of shock rippled through the battlefield.

“Everyone…..

form groups!” Tian Shin shouted urgently. “Watch your blind spots! Don’t let the weapons strike you from behind!” His voice carried a rare hint of panic.

Originally, he had hoped to stop the battle somehow and escape without suffering further losses. But the moment his eyes met Logan’s….

He understood.

Those cold, emotionless eyes made it clear.

There was no room left for negotiation. The battle could only end in blood.

Everyone stirred. Then they moved.

Each cultivator quickly found allies nearby. Some gathered in pairs, others in groups of three or more. Weapons were drawn and gripped tightly. Those without weapons clenched their fists and took battle stances.

Among them were Martial Sovereigns. Martial Emperors. Yet before them stood only a Martial Saint…

A sixteen-year-old boy who now felt like the harbinger of death itself.

Logan’s calm eyes slowly swept across the battlefield as his head turned from one side to the other.

Then his gaze locked onto his next target.

Three members of the Evil Spirit Families stood together — one Martial Sovereign and two Martial Emperors.

Logan moved. His figure blurred once again.

The instant the three noticed Logan rushing toward them, they reacted quickly, forming a triangular formation with their backs pressed against one another. The one facing Logan was the martial sovereign.

He steadied his breathing and tightened his grip on his weapon, ready for the clash that was about to come.

But fate had other plans for him. Before he could even move, something caught his attention.

Two golden eyes.

They shone like the gaze of a divine being.

And then….

He heard a voice.

“Don’t move.”

In the very next instant, everything faded from his vision. Only two things remained.

A colossal figure advancing toward him…

And a suffocating pressure that locked every joint in his body, freezing him where he stood.

Schlk!

A silver flash cut through the air. The martial sovereign’s head slid cleanly off his shoulders and rolled across the ground. For a brief moment, the battlefield seemed to freeze.

Then the remaining two reacted instantly. “Damn it! What the hell just happened? Why didn’t he defend?” one of them cursed. Both martial emperors attacked simultaneously.

One thrust his spear forward like a streak of lightning. The other lunged in with a brutal punch aimed straight at Logan.

Logan twisted his body mid-motion, barely dodging the spear.

But the punch…

Thud!

It slammed squarely into his chest.

Blarrghh! Blood burst from Logan’s mouth as the force sent his body flying backward. His feet left the ground, and he was hurled through the air like a broken arrow.

Whoosh!

The power of a martial emperor’s punch was terrifying — especially for someone in a realm below. Yet even while flying through the air, Logan’s lips slowly curled upward. A smile spread across his face.

“This power…” he murmured. “It feels good.”

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