Summit Farmer
Chapter 2178 - 2176: Acknowledging Peter Brown’s Status

Chapter 2178: Chapter 2176: Acknowledging Peter Brown’s Status

Peter Brown now has a very clear understanding of the mindset of the people from the Divine Realm. For them, the concept of ’might makes right’ is deeply ingrained in their brain domain.

Why should he fear a Saint? With his current overwhelming strength, there is absolutely no reason to be intimidated by them.

When Peter Brown declared that he would claim this territory, the faces of the Northern Saint and Dusty Taylor noticeably changed.

Seeing their expressions shift, Peter Brown remained composed.

"You—this is my domain!"

Dusty Taylor, emboldened by the Saint standing behind him, regained his aura.

"Is that so? If you’re dissatisfied, then let’s settle it with a fight."

Peter Brown still maintained his calm demeanor, but his aura steadily increased.

The Northern Saint’s gaze repeatedly swept over those magicians, his eyes revealing shock. He said, "You’ve subdued all of them?"

"That’s right. They are all my guardians."

The Northern Saint praised, "It seems you have comprehended an extraordinary method."

Peter Brown chuckled and said, "It’s decent. While it doesn’t match a Saint, against a Quasi Saint, it’s far superior by leagues. With me guarding this place, I believe no one can cause any trouble here."

The meaning of Peter Brown’s words was unmistakable—he was not a weakling. As long as he was here, he could provide significant assistance to the Human Clan.

Dusty Taylor wanted to say something, but the Northern Saint smiled faintly and said, "The Human Tribe has gained another strong person, which is fortunate. I am quite pleased and hope you can achieve great progress."

At this, he looked at Dusty Taylor and said, "Riverfield Martin currently has no one to oversee it. You should go there and defend it."

"Ah!"

Dusty Taylor was completely caught off guard by this development. He understood perfectly—this meant the Northern Saint agreed with Peter Brown’s claim to this place and was sending him to Riverfield Martin.

While Riverfield Martin was no worse than this territory, this land was where Dusty Taylor had invested so many years and months. Most importantly, he could extract significant amounts of faith energy here, which was something he could not reveal to others.

"You may leave now."

The Northern Saint gave this brief command.

Dusty Taylor cast a glance at the Northern Saint, stomped his foot, and left.

After Dusty Taylor’s departure, the Northern Saint raised his hand and created a barrier, shielding the area.

Peter Brown immediately understood from this action that the Northern Saint had something to say to him privately.

Without speaking further, Peter Brown sat cross-legged, gazing at the Northern Saint.

With a slight smile, the Northern Saint asked, "How much do you know about the current situation of the Human Clan?"

"I know a bit. One Saint has fallen, and another is gravely injured."

"It seems you know quite a lot."

The Northern Saint sighed and said, "Others are unaware, but our Human Clan has reached a critical juncture. If we cannot fend off the assault from the Outer World, the only fate awaiting the Human Clan is annihilation."

A complex feeling rose in Peter Brown’s heart—he never imagined he would one day sit and speak as equals with a Saint, something he never thought possible before.

"Currently, our Human Clan has undergone reorganization. The most pressing issue lies in the East. After the Eastern Saint fell, all we have been able to do is defend. Fortunately, we have some advantages in formation techniques, which have allowed us to maintain our defense for now. However, the Outer World forces are reorganizing their plan—they seem to be concentrating their energies to destroy the Human World and divide its territories completely."

At this point, the Northern Saint closed his eyes, appearing lost in thought, and did not speak further.

Peter Brown analyzed his words carefully, coming to a clearer understanding of the situation—it may be far more complicated than described.

"The gravely injured Saint—can he no longer hold on?"

Peter Brown suddenly asked.

Somewhat surprised, the Northern Saint’s eyes snapped open, and two lightning bolts shot out, as though they were about to pierce through Peter Brown.

Despite his cultivation being far inferior to the Northern Saint’s, Peter Brown felt an intense, soul-shaking pressure.

After observing Peter Brown for a while, the Northern Saint did not answer directly but instead said, "If another Saint falls, the Human Clan’s defenses will collapse completely. The injured Saint is the one leading our defenses."

So that’s how it is!

Peter Brown immediately grasped the gravity of the situation—it truly was a pivotal moment.

"The Demon Clan has also lost a Saint. They’re engaged in internal struggles."

"Correct. They’ve lost a Saint. I also know that several of your guardians were acquired from the Demon Clan. Although I don’t fully understand how you’ve managed to obtain such loyal protectors, their combined strength commands even my respect. This area, being situated near the Demon Clan’s region, makes it ideal for you to oversee. Do you have the confidence to manage it?"

To oversee it himself?

Peter Brown couldn’t help but feel curious.

"Frankly, this is a last resort. Ah, how trying it is to be part of the Human Tribe!"

The Northern Saint’s gaze fell on Peter Brown once more, saying, "Dusty Taylor has his personal ambitions. He has managed this area for years, extracting faith energy steadily. Originally, we held expectations of him, but given his stagnation and inability to comprehend the path to saintliness after all these years, perhaps Riverfield Martin in the Land of the East will prove to be his opportunity for ascension. It’s up to his fate."

So that’s how it is!

Peter Brown now fully understood the Northern Saint’s intentions. His expectations extended equally to Dusty Taylor and to Peter Brown—if either of them could ascend to sainthood, it would be a monumental boost to the Human Clan.

"The Demon Clan is embroiled in fierce conflict, meaning they won’t attack immediately. I will guard this place wholeheartedly."

The Northern Saint’s face finally revealed a smile as he said, "Someone who stays in one place for too long, especially when everything goes smoothly and easily, tends to lose their drive. Dusty Taylor is precisely such a case. By relocating him, I have offered him an opportunity. If he fails to grasp it, he will forever lose his chance to become a Saint. The same applies to you—I still cannot fully discern your potential, but if you take advantage of your strengths to grow, your prospects are immense!"

After finishing his words, the Northern Saint’s form grew faint, and he soon disappeared entirely.

So that’s it?

Peter Brown was left clueless about what had just transpired. Still, on reflection, he felt pleased—the Northern Saint had acknowledged his abilities. From now on, he could contend with them as an equal, though his true capability still lagged far behind theirs.

Surveying the vast Starlight Domain, Peter Brown’s face lit up with a smile. This massive region now firmly belonged to him, and no strong person of the Human Clan would contest it any longer.

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