Bishop Howard might just be a vanguard scout.

Perhaps from the very beginning, their target was not Long Claw Eleven or Ganlu Manor.

But rather, him—the leader of the Demonic Sect.

This group suspects that after his great battle with the Sword Pavilion Master, he is gravely injured, so they want to take advantage of his weakness.

Bishop Howard is here to test him.

How was his presence at Ganlu Manor exposed while he was recuperating?

Could it be because of Evelyn Young?

What should I do now?

In an instant, Logan Brooks thought of many things.

There are more enemies lurking in the shadows than those out in the open.

The situation is even more dangerous than what is visible on the surface.

Right now, his cultivation is difficult to use.

He must make sure his opponent cannot gauge his true strength... A flash of inspiration struck Logan Brooks's mind.

He remembered that mysterious black jug.

When he had previously checked his own information, there had been an overview of his martial arts cultivation.

Logan Brooks looked at Bishop Howard, mentally connecting with the mysterious black jug in his mind.

As his thoughts moved, the blood-red elixir inside the jug diminished further, with only a little left.

Blood-red mist steamed from the mouth of the jug, quickly condensing into a large block of text.

Huijue.

Sixty-seven years old.

Entered the Divine Realm.

Martial arts practiced: Vajra Mandala Method, Vajra Karma-Slaying Blade, Great Good Wisdom Mother Fist, Supreme Vajra Lotus Seal, Mind-Body Seal, Karmic Blade...

In addition to condensing text, the blood mist also formed multiple diagrams detailing the opponent's martial arts.

When Logan Brooks's attention focused on the diagram next to the Long Rainbow Divine Palm, the diagram would suddenly expand.

Its contents were extremely detailed, with multiple illustrations and further explanatory text.

The Vajra Karma-Slaying Blade is already well-mastered, but still short of perfection.

The second blade technique: too much obsession, strikes too fiercely, resulting in transitions that are not smooth or natural...

The fourth blade technique: the intent of the blade is lacking, insufficient power...

The fifth blade technique: a flaw is exposed at the left rib of the Vajra...

The seventh blade technique: the opening move veers to the right, the intent precedes the blade, the foundation is unstable...

The ninth blade technique...

The tenth...

The eleventh...

Logan Brooks was dazzled by what he saw.

But he also breathed a sigh of relief.

This information on Bishop Howard was just like the information he had on himself back then.

There was no complete set of martial arts data.

But all the flaws and shortcomings in the martial path were annotated in detail.

Everything was clear and obvious.

Just from this, he could easily instruct Bishop Howard in cultivation, answer questions, identify gaps, and help him reach a higher level.

In fact, compared to the power Bishop Howard possessed, these flaws were just minor imperfections, even nitpicking.

But when masters compete, even the slightest difference can be decisive.

Now that they are enemies, these flaws could be fatal.

With a thought, Logan Brooks withdrew his attention from the Vajra Karma-Slaying Blade diagrams.

He then focused on another set of diagrams for the Great Good Wisdom Mother Fist.

Sure enough, there was another thorough analysis.

At this moment, Logan Brooks was cramming, memorizing everything by rote.

He was busy reading the information, pondering in silence.

But this made things hard for King Kong and Quentin Green beside him.

King Kong stole a glance at his sect leader's expression.

He saw Logan Brooks expressionless, eyes half-closed, neither speaking nor showing anger.

This made King Kong even more terrified.

Even the Vajra statue outside the bamboo building, which embodied his martial intent, began to weaken.

Bishop Howard sensed his opponent's unsettled state of mind, and his own momentum grew even stronger.

Invisible killing intent condensed in midair, forming illusory flashes of light.

Around his own Vajra statue, several dazzling ritual blades appeared, as if carved from pure Vajra stone.

On the Demonic Sect's side, the Vajra statue automatically cracked with several wounds, looking extremely battered.

Inside the bamboo building, King Kong was shocked and quickly pulled himself together to resist the pressure.

At that moment, Logan Brooks suddenly spoke.

"Does this seat really need to personally deal with a stray dog who hasn't even mastered his skills?"

King Kong and Quentin Green both looked ashamed. "We are incompetent and have disturbed the Sect Leader..."

"Enough." Logan Brooks sat upright in his chair, glanced at King Kong unhurriedly. "In light of your loyalty, I'll give you a few pointers today..."

As King Kong listened, his expression changed repeatedly.

First curiosity.

Then shock.

Next, terror.

Finally, he was utterly dumbfounded.

In that moment of distraction, Bishop Howard outside unleashed his power.

A terrifying blade intent, almost tangible, slashed toward King Kong.

King Kong snapped back to his senses and hurriedly defended.

Caught off guard, his own Vajra statue was nearly cut in half.

His protection over the bamboo building also dissipated.

The figures of Logan Brooks and the other two were now fully exposed to everyone's view.

All eyes turned toward the bamboo building.

Seated by the window, Logan Brooks was now in plain sight.

"It's really the Demonic Sect Leader!"

Seeing the pair of black-glinting eyes of Logan Brooks, everyone from the Grand Xia Dynasty held their breath.

But the experts like the Governor of Shu brightened.

The Demonic Sect Leader is actually letting Bishop Howard show off?

Could it be that he really is gravely injured?