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.

put it more precisely, no one could understand the impact of the underground life he led

then, facing Jonathan, Quinton unleashed all his

a murder, I suppose you understand the thrill of killing

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

an indescribable

wished Jonathan could agree with him on that

way, he could at least acquire a sliver of comfort

head. “I do end others’ lives, but I do not take the lives of innocent people. I only kill those who deserve to die. For example, I will have to eliminate you if you try to

corner of Quinton’s mouth curled into a disappointed smile. “So, you want to stop me from killing others by killing me? I thought 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

regarded Jonathan expressionlessly, waiting

give you a chance to pick your options too. You can kneel and beg

is no room for discussion.” Quinton chuckled. The next second, his body was in the air, charging in

to hell!” he bellowed, stiffening his right hand and jabbing directly

He is too slow.

Jonathan thought Quinton seemed to be moving

a little, lifted his right

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 no longer

see Quinton’s cultivation method, he reckoned there was no reason for him to do so

Bang!

Quinton flew

shifted both his hands downward and blocked Jonathan’s right kick at

the 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

the ground, his fingers

himself in an undertone. He raised his left hand, pelting a fistful of soil at Jonathan’s face. Then,

was a bona