It was as if he had been waiting specifically for Bishop Howard to make this move.

Compared to the lifelong, painstakingly honed supreme skills of the Great Vajra Monastery, the flaws in this newly practiced Dragon Fist of Bishop Howard were even greater.

Its advantage lay in a surprise attack, catching the enemy off guard.

But now, it failed to achieve the effect of a sudden assault and instead allowed King to seize the opening.

A single slash to sever the dragon!

Then, he struck heavily upon Bishop Howard!

Pitifully, Bishop Howard's cleverness backfired, and he was gravely injured on the spot!

Had he not switched to the Great Xia Dragon Fist, he might have been able to hold out a bit longer...

Now, he was directly and severely wounded by King.

King, taking advantage, showed no mercy and continued his frenzied assault.

Bishop Howard, the last master of the Great Vajra Monastery lineage, was thus hacked to death by King, who had already joined the Demonic Sect!

Everyone from the Great Xia Dynasty was utterly stunned.

King carried Bishop Howard's head back to the manor, knelt on one knee before the bamboo building.

"All thanks to the Sect Master's guidance, King is fortunate not to have failed the mission, and has slain this baldhead who disturbed the Sect Master's holy presence."

Logan Brooks sat quietly, his fingers tapping the armrest of his chair from time to time.

"Those who follow me shall prosper..." His gaze first fell on King.

"Those who oppose me shall perish." Then he looked at Howard, whose eyes were wide open in death, refusing to close.

Finally, he swept his gaze over the people of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Anyone with objections, speak."

Chapter 8: The Source of the Black Jar

Logan Brooks finished speaking.

King stood up from the ground, turned, and grinned at the people of the Great Xia Dynasty.

His smile seemed cheerful and harmless, yet it sent chills down everyone's spine.

He casually tossed something.

Bishop Howard's head landed on the ground, rolling to a stop before the people of Xia.

Immediately, someone’s knees went weak, unable to stand, and knelt before Logan Brooks in the bamboo building.

Hearing the sound, the Governor of Shu of Xia turned to look.

That person kept his head lowered, but still said, "My lord, the arm cannot twist the thigh..."

The Governor of Shu looked at the ground.

Bishop Howard's head, covered in blood and filth, stared back at him with lifeless, wide-open eyes.

Bitterness welled up in the Governor of Shu's heart.

Even he had not known that Bishop Howard was practicing the Great Xia royal family's supreme skills.

Yet the Demonic Sect had found out.

If King hadn't been prepared in advance, waiting specifically for Bishop Howard's move, Bishop Howard wouldn't have lost so quickly and so miserably.

Even if he was no match, at least he would have had a chance to escape.

No...

There was never a chance from the very beginning.

The Governor of Shu gave a bitter smile.

Bishop Howard was stubborn by nature.

The Demonic Sect was his mortal enemy.

And his opponent was a traitor from the Great Vajra Monastery.

How could he possibly swallow this humiliation?

He was bound to risk everything to turn the tables.

Yet his final trump card was already within the enemy's calculations.

Thus, Bishop Howard sent himself down this path of death.

That Demonic Sect Master had foreseen everything...

The Governor of Shu looked around once more.

Aside from Logan Brooks still sitting steadily in the bamboo building, Quentin Green, Leonard Drake, and other Demonic Sect followers were now closing in from all sides.

At this moment, the Xia side still had more people.

But with King holding Bishop Howard's head, most had lost the will to fight.

Many looked at the Governor of Shu with hope, even pleading in their eyes.

The Governor of Shu took a deep breath: "If you surrender here, you may save your lives for now, but have you thought about your sects and families behind you?"

The people of Xia were all shocked.

On the bamboo building, Logan Brooks now spoke calmly.

"Bashu will eventually fall into my hands. All who submit to my Divine Sect will be well taken care of. The guilty will be punished, the meritorious rewarded. What happens next is up to you."

After he finished, Quentin Green looked at the Governor of Shu and smiled, "Shu, is destined to belong to our Divine Sect. If we have the help of a governor, that day will come even sooner. Lord Chu, I, Ding, have long admired your name and always hoped for a chance to serve our Divine Sect alongside you."

King just laughed, "A governor and all his men wiped out in a single night would also make it easier for our Sect to take over Shu."

The people of Xia here were all locals of Bashu.

At this moment, everyone looked at the Governor of Shu.

His face flushed and paled by turns, and after a long while, he bowed his head in resignation.

He knelt on one knee before Logan Brooks in the bamboo building.

All around, the people of Xia knelt in unison.

Logan Brooks sat in his chair and said calmly, "Not bad."

He pointed at the Governor of Shu and said to King, Quentin Green, and Leonard Drake, "The rest is up to you. Work with him to take in the forces outside the manor.

Then, pass on my orders: gather the men and begin preparations to march on Shu. I want to see this place united with our Sect's holy domain."

"At your command, Sect Master!" Quentin Green and the other Demonic Sect followers all bowed deeply.

Logan Brooks nodded, stood up, descended the bamboo building, and left gracefully.

King, as his personal attendant, hurried to follow.

Quentin Green, Leonard Drake, and the others kept watch over the people of Xia and began the aftermath.

Logan Brooks calmly returned to his residence.

The anxiety he had been carrying was finally put to rest.