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.

no one could understand the impact of the underground life he led in the one and

Jonathan, Quinton unleashed all his

since you do not hesitate to commit a murder, I

at Jonathan in anticipation, desperately hoping the latter would give him an affirmative response as he could sense

an indescribable pressure

agree with him

that way, he could at least acquire

do end others’ lives, but I do not take the lives of innocent people. I only kill those who deserve to die. For example,

we were the same kind of people. I guess 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 I do not know why Father desires

Jonathan

faintly and said, “I’ll give you a chance to pick your options too. You can kneel and beg for mercy. If you

room for discussion.” Quinton chuckled. The next second, his body was in the air, charging in Jonathan’s

hell!” he bellowed, stiffening his right hand and jabbing directly at Jonathan’s

He is too slow.

thought Quinton seemed to be moving extremely slowly despite the latter’s

lifted his right leg, and attempted to

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 would lead to the utter loss of cultivation progress. That martial artist would

method, he reckoned there was no reason

Bang!

Quinton flew backward with his hands

Quinton had shifted both his hands downward and blocked Jonathan’s right

kind of expert I have been looking for this whole time!” Quinton looked down at his hands, which were convulsing in pain. A hysterical and ecstatic look spread across his face. “For countless times, I wanted to fight my grandfather to

his left hand into the ground, his fingers parting the hardened soil like a sharp knife cleaving a piece of

fantastic killing you!” Quinton muttered 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,

was a