Min Chong's sword cut through the air, ready to strike Logan again.
Hueng Long and Feng Dao had finally snapped out of their shock and were rushing forward from behind Min Chong, trying to stop him. But they were too far behind.
"No!" Chianxu cried out in panic.
But Logan stood up straight, calm. He was only a Martial Saint. His opponent was a Martial Sovereign. Yet there was no fear in Logan's eyes.
Instead…
There was excitement. The new power awakening within him had stirred something deep inside — a curiosity.
A desire to see just how far this power could take him.
This power.
This destiny.
Why had it chosen him?
The distance between him and Min Chong vanished in an instant. But before the steel could meet the flesh....
"Stop."
Once more, the command rang out.
Just like before, Min Chong froze. His sword stopped mid-swing. The blade hovered only a hair's breadth away from Logan's throat.
