The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 480

Insane

Jonathan’s mind raced as he looked at Quinton’s menacing and vicious gaze.

After acquiring the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, Jonathan had been pondering whether there were beings similar to him in the world.

People like Zachary and the others who attained the title of King of War were certainly powerful and adept at fighting.

That being said, they were still undoubtedly mortals. Their training was merely to polish their external strengths instead of cultivation.

Jonathan’s meeting with Quinton that day had finally verified his hypothesis.

However, Jonathan was unsure whether it was due to Quinton’s cultivation method or because he was turning into a devil that the latter’s aura disappeared from time to time, giving him an unusually malicious and bizarre vibe.

“Interesting. According to the reports from my investigation, you are supposed to be an outgoing and cheery heir to an affluent family. Unexpectedly, the real you is a madman,” Jonathan uttered while looking at the bloodstains on Quinton’s body.

At the same time, Quinton had already completely adopted his true personality.

Standing on the lane, Quinton yanked away his shirt, revealing numerous scars of various sizes on his chest.

“I had to put on the pretense,” Quinton replied sinisterly while warming up his limbs.

“Ever since I was tested to have the qualification to cultivate, I was trapped in a secret underground basement for a year and a half cultivating. F*ck! I wanted to become an artist, but they forced me to cultivate. Those people would hang me up in midair whenever I stopped and beat me up. In a year and a half, I entered the Precelestial Realm and rose to the Postcelestial Realm, all for the sake of killing that b*stard! He was just a lowly servant. How dare he order me around?”

At that moment, Quinton appeared to have entirely lost his sanity. Half-arching his body, he seemed to be muttering to himself but was simultaneously recounting his past to Jonathan.

Quinton was indeed too lonely.

one could understand the

Jonathan, Quinton unleashed all

not hesitate to commit a murder, I suppose you understand the thrill of

the latter would give him an affirmative response as

imposed an

agree

least acquire a sliver of comfort after all

not take the lives of innocent people. I only kill those who deserve to die. For example, I will

I was wrong. Do you know that the b*stard trembled in fear and begged me for mercy when I wrapped my fist tightly around his throat? He was even willing to give everything up just to stay alive. From that moment onward, I understood that as long as I was sufficiently powerful, I could control everything. Jonathan, although

clenched his fists and regarded Jonathan expressionlessly, waiting

pick your options too.

room for discussion.” Quinton chuckled. The next second, his body

he bellowed, stiffening his right hand and jabbing

He is too slow.

his eyes, Jonathan thought Quinton seemed to be

his body forward a little, lifted his right leg, and attempted to boot Quinton in his lower

the elixir field as well as the foundation of one’s cultivation. Once a person’s elixir field was injured, they would have to recuperate for several months to recover if it was a minor injury. A severe impairment

reckoned there was no reason for him to do so if

Bang!

flew

second ago, Quinton had shifted both his hands downward and blocked Jonathan’s right kick at

his hands, which were convulsing in pain. A hysterical and ecstatic look spread across his face. “For countless times, I

that sentence, Quinton plunged his left hand into the ground, his fingers parting the

to himself in an undertone. He raised his left hand, pelting a fistful of soil at Jonathan’s face. Then, he stayed low and close to the floor like a leopard hunting its prey, dashing forward

a bona fide