Deities: Starting From Goblins

At this moment, the Nango family head was virtuous and majestic, bringing many to tears. Yet, Ernest Nango sneered at this, comparing his father’s poise in front of Cain Scarlet for which he himself paid the price. Why couldn’t he be as resolute in protecting his own when faced with the pressure from the elders?

This stark comparison chilled his heart. Indeed, before himself and the family, the sense of responsibility that lay heavily upon the family head always prevailed. His only child, yet he was rendered weak and helpless in the face of family obligation.

Cain Scarlet’s face darkened as he walked forward and asked, “Your family’s younger generation is innocent, but did you ever consider that I, Cain Scarlet, was just as naive? Why did you plot to take my life? My life has been decent and upright. Yet the Nango family severally tarnished it.”

Then grabbing the family head’s throat, he rained punch after punch onto his body. The Nango family head was in excruciating pain and bleeding profusely. Each punch was imbued with terrifying force that seemed to ignite and torment him like a thousand flames.

“Not a single member of the Nango family shall be spared. Since you harmed Abel Scarlet’s life, I will exterminate your entire Nango family in bloody retribution.” As Cain spoke, he wielded his Law’s Force easily, extinguishing hundreds of lives.

“I will make you watch how I slay over a thousand members of your family. Taste the anguish of aching withdrawal, then I will send you to hell amidst your utter despair, even if the slaughter will attract immense karma.”

Cain Scarlet laughed heartily, continuously striking with the Law’s Force. Each member of the Nango family who was struck crumpled in pain. This horrifying scene made many beg for mercy but only a few like, Sandy Wexler and Logan watched calmly.

The Nango family head was in unbearable agony, tears streaming down his aged face, he pleaded, “Don’t slaughter my people. This is all my fault. Can you spare their lives?”

However, Cain Scarlet showed no mercy. Within minutes, all of the Nango’s over a thousand people had fallen. Their breath faded away. At this moment, the Nango family head stopped screaming. He was silent, or perhaps utterly hopeless.

Ernest Nango laughed wildly, exclaiming “Finally, I have my revenge! Since you’ve offended me, I will bury the entire family with me.”

“Ungrateful son! Is this the end you wished to see? The elders might be wrong, but the death sentence is undeserving for these thousand plus souls. They simply wanted to contest your position as Young Master. With me around, why would you crave this empty title?”

Seeing the satisfied Ernest Nango, the family head harbored nothing but hatred. The father-son love that once existed had long disappeared along with the ruin of the Nango family. It was his spoiling that led Ernest Nango astray.

If not for Cain Scarlet holding his neck, he would have gone over there and kicked Ernest Nango, apologizing to their ancestors together. As a family head, he had failed, leading the Nango family towards this disaster.

Facing accusations, Ernest Nango retorted, “Yes, everything is just as I planned. So what if I am a vengeful and petty person? In the end, I am satisfied with my life.”

Then Ernest Nango ended his own life with a knife. Even though Cain Scarlet tried to stop him, it was a step too late, Ernest Nango was already dead. Now, there was only one Nango left, and he kept staring at where Ernest Nango had been.

Aging parents outliving their children once again. What mistakes did he make in this life? Not only was the family completely destroyed this day, his only child was also gone. Now, his only wish was for Cain Scarlet to give him a quick death. He wanted to go with his clan.

“All debts of gratitude and revenge come to an end now.” With these words, Cain Scarlet twisted hard, and the Nango family head was decapitated, thus killing the half-step Holy See.

This scene caused Sandy Wexler to sigh repeatedly. He was indeed furious and irritated when he found out that the Nango family intended to replace him. Yet, now seeing the entire Nango family fade into the past, his heart unexpectedly filled with a little compassion.

After all, he was one of my trusted advisors, and he had followed me for over a hundred years. Naturally, it would be false to say that I didn’t have any affection for him. It wasn’t just reminiscing about the loyalty of the Nango Family Clan to me a hundred years ago.

Sandy Wexler let out a long sigh and turned to Cain Scarlet, “You have avenged your deep hatred, all scores have settled. Whether we can live in harmony after these two major territories is something I will not interfere in. I welcome it if you wish to be friends, but I am also ready to fight again if you want.”

“Am I not moving from white hair to black hair?” Cain Scarlet remained indifferent. The death of his son, Abel Scarlet, wasn’t he no stranger to the pain of losing a child? The Nango Family Clan brought their downfall upon themselves, and all he did was avenge his son.

After a while, he came back to his senses and responded to Sandy Wexler’s words: “As I said, everything ends here. Naturally, I will not pursue it anymore. However, I hope you can properly discipline the sects and clans under you and not let them do as they please.”

“Today there is a Nango Family, and another is sure to appear tomorrow. If anyone else dies on my territory, I can only interpret it as you are unfit to be the Lord. In that case, I must come over and supervise this territory.”

After issuing this warning, Cain Scarlet disappeared. Everything was rushed, which made Sandy Wexler sigh and lapse into deep thought.

The other party’s words are reasonable, as the Lord, I didn’t properly discipline. The Nango Family Clan didn’t just target Abel Scarlet, but also Logan, who was an unpredictable force behind him. Luckily, Logan was willing to reconcile.

Logan cupped his hands and said to Sandy Wexler, “This play was interesting, but since it’s over, Bart Cloud and I shall take our leave.”

“Take care,” Sandy Wexler walked Logan for a dozen steps, then went to the Captain of the Guard and delegated him to dispose of the bodies scattered on the ground.

The Captain of the Guard froze for a moment, and hurriedly asked Sandy Wexler, who was about to enter the mansion, “How should we deal with the bodies? Should we directly send them for cremation, or should we just dump them away? These more than a thousand people are high in cultivation realm after all, and their divine weapons will undoubtedly attract much attention.”

“Bury all of them except those who slandered me just now,” After some time, Sandy Wexler instructed the Captain of the Guard.

“Of course, by proper burial, I mean that everything should be done low-key, let them rest in peace. As for tombstones and the like, they are unnecessary, because they present nothing good for the future generations to commemorate. As for the Dharma devices on their bodies, you should add them as your equipment.”

The Captain of the Guard was overjoyed when he heard this. The equipment on these more than thousand people was of high order, which could be worth several million spirit stones. Evenly distributed among his more than thousand subordinates, everyone would have about seven or eight thousand spirit stones.

On the way back, Bart Cloud was full of emotions, “Such a first-class family, after offending the Quasi-Saint Seat, doesn’t exist anymore in the blink of an eye. Indeed, the strong are always respected. My Perfect King’s Seat level of strength is too weak, and I must become stronger as quickly as possible.”

The Nango Family had one Half-step Saint Seat and several Strong Dominators. Previously, he believed this sort of power could sweep away everything, but surprisingly it was weak and fragile, like ants. It truly widened Bart’s perspective.

“You don’t have to worry too much, it’s not that you’re weak, it’s just that through continuous trials, you’ve seen the top-level strong ones,”

Logan smiled faintly, comforting, “Actually, think about it, most cultivators try hard their whole lives only to reach the Myth and Transcendent Tier. Reaching the King’s Seat allows one to comfortably walk around, and for the Strong Dominators, they can find a place to create a sect.”

Bart Cloud nodded, Logan’s point was indeed insightful. Indeed, before meeting Logan, the strongest person he had seen was at the King’s Seat level. Even the Lord of their territory was just a Dominator, which was nothing compared to this place where the Lords were Quasi-Saints.