Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1195 - Chapter 1195 Chapter 661 Descent of the Heavenly God (Part 2)

Chapter 1195: Chapter 661: Descent of the Heavenly God (Part 2) Chapter 1195: Chapter 661: Descent of the Heavenly God (Part 2) However, Logan was not frightened. He knew he could not just surrender without a fight. Curiously, he looked at the Ancient Evil Cultivator and asked, “What kind of talent did the Strong Ones from Ancient Times possess? I’m very curious, could you tell me?”

The Ancient Evil Cultivator was momentarily stunned. He had not expected Logan to be curious about the talents of the Strong Ones from Ancient Times at such a time. However, he did not answer Logan’s question and instead said coldly, “You ask too many questions, save them for your next life.”

After speaking, he flashed toward Logan and launched a fierce attack. Logan’s heart tightened, knowing this battle would be the most difficult one of his life. However, he did not retreat but faced the challenge head-on and engaged in a fierce fight with the Ancient Evil Cultivator.

“This is the Sword Qi, do you feel it? It is a treasured gift passed down by my master, specially designed to deal with you Evil Spirits and your crooked ways!” Logan shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the dark cavern, shaking the dust off the stone walls as if the entire cavern trembled at his courage and determination.

The Ancient Evil Cultivator within the dark aura seemed to be enraged by Logan’s words, letting out an even more mournful howl, full of anger and resentment. “You dare to harm me, you insolent boy! Do you really think you can defeat me with a mere broken sword? How ludicrous!” The Ancient Evil Cultivator’s voice resonated in the cave, carrying a chilling coldness that made one’s heart tremble.

However, Logan was not intimidated by the Ancient Evil Cultivator’s roar. Instead, he became even more determined. “I will tear you to pieces to ease the hatred in my heart!” he roared, swinging the “Frost Moon” magic sword in his hand once again. The Sword Qi was like a dragon, charging straight towards the dark aura. This time, the power contained in the Sword Qi was even more tremendous, as if it would rip the entire cavern apart.

The Ancient Evil Cultivator within the dark aura felt an unprecedented threat and began to roll violently, trying to evade this deadly strike. However, Logan’s swordsmanship was too exquisite, the sword light followed like a shadow, tightly chasing the dark aura, leaving it no chance to escape. After a fierce collision, the dark aura let out one final scream before dissipating in the cavern.

Logan stood in place, panting heavily, with a gleam of victory in his eyes. He knew he had successfully defeated the Ancient Evil Cultivator; victory was not far from him. He put away the “Frost Moon” magic sword and turned to leave the cavern filled with evil and darkness, his heart full of anticipation and hope for the future.

“You wait for me, Logan!” the Ancient Evil Cultivator threatened from the depths of the cavern with a voice as biting as ice, filled with a thick intent to kill as if he wanted to tear Logan into thousands of pieces to relieve his hatred. However, Logan, who was outside the cavern, was unphased. There was no trace of fear on his face, but instead, a calm and unhurried composure shone through.

He closed his eyes tightly, his muscles tensed, fully concentrating on feeling the flow of Spiritual Energy within him. At this moment, it seemed as if he was isolated from the outside world, with all the noise and strife unable to disturb him. The only thought in his heart was to defeat the Ancient Evil Cultivator and protect the peace of the land.

As he could not see outside, Logan could only rely on his intuition and judgment to respond. He took a deep breath, feeling the fluctuation of Spiritual Energy in the air, trying to capture the trace of the Ancient Evil Cultivator. However, it was pitch-black in the cavern; he had to rely solely on his senses to make judgments.

Just then, a strong premonition surged in Logan’s heart, and he knew the moment for the final showdown had arrived. He took a deep breath and unleashed his last sword strike with all his might. This strike, concentrated with all his strength and will, seemed as if it would split the entire cavern in two, utterly annihilating the Ancient Evil Cultivator.

Sword light arched like a rainbow, tearing through the darkness with an unstoppable force, charging straight towards the position of the Evil Cultivator. An earth-shattering roar erupted within the cave, as if the entire world trembled for this one sword strike. The Evil Cultivator too felt the immensity of this power and let out a terrified roar, attempting to evade this fatal blow.

However, Logan’s swordsmanship was too exquisite, and the sword light shadowed its prey, tightly holding onto the Evil Cultivator and offering no chance of escape. After a fierce collision, the Evil Cultivator was finally torn apart by the Sword Qi, transforming into a puff of black smoke that dissipated within the cave.

Logan stood in place, panting heavily, a victorious smile spread across his face. He knew that he had successfully defeated the Evil Cultivator, preserving the peace of this land. He sheathed his treasured sword and turned to leave the cave, his heart filled with anticipation and confidence for the future.

The dark Qi writhed in the dim cave, its evil intent seemingly ready to devour all surrounding light. When it saw Logan slowly raising the bitterly cold treasured sword in his hand, preparing to launch the final strike, its heart couldn’t help but tremble fiercely. The consciousness of the Evil Cultivator within the dark Qi knew all too well that Logan’s strength was not weak, especially when he exerted all his might, his eyes glittering with determination and decisiveness, rendering him nearly irresistible. That majestic Spiritual Energy bursting forth from Logan was like the calm before a fierce storm, heralding the imminent arrival of a devastating tempest.

“Hmph, Logan, you do have some skill,” came the deep and icy voice of the Evil Cultivator from within the black Qi, tinged with a hint of barely noticeable apprehension, “but if you think you can defeat me like this, you’re too naive.” The Evil Cultivator plotted in his mind, knowing that if he went all out, with the foundation of an Ancient Evil Cultivator, Logan would certainly not be a match for him. After all, although Logan’s Sword Qi was strong, it had not yet reached the level to easily break through his defenses.

Nevertheless, the Evil Cultivator also realized that this fight was not just a simple contest of strength. If Logan truly dared to attack without any concern for the consequences, the result could very well be mutual destruction or even Logan’s own instantaneous death beneath his Sword Qi. Such a ‘victory’ held little meaning for the Evil Cultivator.

At this critical juncture, the dark Qi suddenly hesitated. The consciousness of the Evil Cultivator wandered in the darkness, recalling its own oath–to personally defeat Logan, to prove its strength, to wash away past shame. If it struck now, using the Sword Qi to easily win, would that not contradict its original intent and deprive the fight of its true value?

“No, I cannot do this,” the Evil Cultivator muttered to itself, its voice filled with struggle and reluctance, “I will defeat him head-on, let him know that I am the true Strong One!”

With that, the dark Qi began to slowly contract, condensing into a more solid human figure, the silhouette of the Evil Cultivator gradually becoming visible in the darkness. His eyes fixated on Logan, flickering with complex emotions–both a yearning for victory and a determination to prove himself.

“Logan, come! Let us have a true contest, and see who, in the end, will have the last laugh!” echoed the Evil Cultivator’s voice in the cave, carrying an indescribable authority and challenge.

Upon seeing this, the corners of Logan’s mouth curled into a cold smirk. He knew that the real battle had only just begun. He gripped his treasured sword tightly, his frame shuddering as Spiritual Energy boiled anew, ready to meet this fate-deciding duel.

In that moment of hesitation, Logan’s Sword Qi struck like lightning rending the night sky, swift and mercilessly cleaving towards its target. The Evil Cultivator within the black Qi only saw a flash before the dazzling sword light was upon him, followed by an unbearable sharp pain emanating from his chest as if it was being ripped apart. He cried out in shock, retreating involuntarily while instinctively reaching out to grab the chill-inducing blade of Logan’s sword, his voice full of disbelief and anger, “Logan, you dare to strike for real! Do you not fear my revenge?”