Logan stretched out his hand, and a terrifying power burst forth, instantly sending more than a dozen disciples flying. The power continued to ferment, and in just a blink of an eye, dozens more fell.
He did not speak a word, but his strength had already proven everything: even a combined force of over a thousand people from the Kuang Quan Sect was insignificant and had no power to fight back against him.
The old man calmly said, "Very strong, I must admit. But I have already called for help. If ten thrones stand by our side, can you two still act so arrogantly?"
He clapped his hands, and powerful auras rushed towards Logan from behind. When he turned around, he saw dozens of people, each of them already at the Throne realm, looking at Logan and his companion with contempt.
"To be honest, I really don't want to help the Kuang Quan Sect. A sect this small isn't worth us making a move. Alas, the Lord has issued an order, so we will stay here for an hour."
