Chapter 288: What’s Your Cultivation Realm?

"Huf... Huf..." The knight was gasping for air, blood gushing out.

Swooosh!

The minotaur raised its weapon to deliver the final blow. But just then... It felt something. A pair of eyes locked on him. He snapped back to see who it was but found none. Knights and guards were unleashing their long-range attacks, but not a single one was looking at it like a predator. Sweat trickled down its forehead from the tension.

Back at the capital, standing before the Royal Palace, Logan had brought out the Thunder Ghost. The sky over the Royal Palace had darkened at the moment, clouds crackling.

Logan was staring in a particular direction instead of the orb.

He slowly raised his left hand, his fingers wrapped around the grip of the bow gracefully. Without an arrow, Logan only touched his index finger to the bowstring. He slowly bent his finger, pulling the string toward him. The more he pulled, the more the crackling in the sky became violent, as if a storm was about to be unleashed.

Even the bowstring crackled, sparks of white-blue energy dancing along it.

Two more monsters had entered the Empire border. One dragon whistled through the air, opening its maw. Fiery energy swirled inside it, morphing into a giant fireball.

The other monster was a crimson orc with three pairs of arms. Two pairs were holding weapons. One warhammer. Two double-bladed axes and one spear.

The minotaur, the dragon, and this crimson orc. These three were definitely stronger than the others.

The dragon was about to unleash a hellish breath. A few of the knights and guards were attacking the crimson orc. The crimson orc bolted forward, ready to pounce on them. The minotaur turned forward and raised its weapon again, ready to deliver the final blow.

But just before those three monsters could act...

Logan closed his eyes. The fist pulling the string was touching his cheek now. His mind locked on something. And the moment it did, he let go of the bowstring.

The world around him slowed down. Zigzag arcs of lightning descended from the sky slowly.

As the bowstring was returning to its normal state, three energy arrows materialized. They blasted forward from the bow like swirling streaks of lightning and shot forward. One went straight. One went slightly left. And one streaked through the air in the sky.

The dragon thrust its head forward, the blazing sphere coming out to wreak havoc.

The knights standing before it in the distance paled. Some even turned around and already started running. But suddenly...

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Whooooooooosh!

A streak of white-blue energy struck the fiery sphere. The sphere was pushed back inside the dragon. The dragon tried to force it out, but couldn’t. It pressed forward, its reptilian eyes widening to their limit. But the blazing sphere went inside and then...

Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!

A loud explosion erupted. The ground shook, the air rippled. Monsters coming forward were pushed back. Knights and guards were pushed back.

Chunks of flesh and blood rained down. Smoke curled up lazily.

In another location, the crimson orc had jumped in the air, ready to attack the knights on the ground, when its heart skipped a beat.

Before it could analyze the danger, before it could look up and see, a streak of the same white-blue energy passed through it.

The orc landed on the ground, frozen. It slowly looked down... A gaping hole, blood trickling down from the wound’s edge. And then...

Booooooooooooooooooooooooooom!

Another loud explosion erupted.

The orc’s body was blasted into oblivion. Meanwhile, the streak of lightning that had claimed its life didn’t stop. It continued to move forward, infiltrating the swarm of monsters. It went through six monsters straight before finally fading away. All were orcs.

Boooom!

Booooom!

Boooom!

.....

Five explosions rocked the area. The last one only fell to the ground, its right side destroyed.

At the same time...

The minotaur raised its weapon like a shield as it turned back again instinctively.

Clanggggg!

Boooooom!

The minotaur couldn’t see what struck it. But its arm went numb as it heard the weapon shatter into small particles.

And then...

A hot sensation in its chest, as if its organs were melting down. It started looking down to see why it felt like that, but...

Booooooooooooooom!

The world before it exploded, before everything went dark.

Seven more explosions erupted behind where the minotaur was standing.

Back at the palace...

Mercer and Lilith stared at the orb. Then at Logan. Then again at the orb.

They felt like their eyes were playing tricks on them.

Finally, they looked at the bow in Logan’s hand. ’That much power! From this distance? Which one is a monster? Him? Or the weapon?’ They both had these same questions at the moment.

Other knights who were observing the fight also froze. Sweat rolled down their foreheads. They finally seemed to understand something. This person standing before them with the bow... Was...

Terrifying...

"Wow, uncle! Do it again, do it again." Spade’s voice echoed as he clapped with excitement.

Mercer snapped toward him urgently. "Spade, what are you still doing here?"

"I want to watch Uncle fight."

"You are going inside. Right now." Mercer said firmly.

"No, Papa. Please. Let me watch."

"You will have enough opportunities in the future, but not now. Please, son. Try to understand." After the last incident in Thunder Valley, he had no intention of letting Spade stay outside during a crisis like this.

He bent down, pulled Spade by his shoulder, and strode inside.

"Papa, please. Let me stay." Spade pleaded, but Mercer didn’t stop.

Logan and Lilith also didn’t stop it. They both knew how dangerous the situation really was.

Lilith finally looked at Logan. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You can."

"What’s your cultivation realm?"

"Why?"

"I just want to know how strong you really are. Because neither can I detect your strength, nor are even millions of enemies enough to push you to your limit. So let me just ask directly. What’s your cultivation realm?"