The Legendary Man

Chapter 613 Revenge

Everything around him had dissolved into chaos, but the immediate space around Jonathan and the middle-aged man a distance away was unaffected. “You’ve been waiting for me?”

Jonathan looked at the man in confusion as he held onto a strange bronze handbell. However, the man was not looking at Jonathan; he was looking at Heaven Sword and sighing. “You don’t belong here, but you’ve appeared with my sword. Is this what the heavens want?”

“What? I don’t understand what you’re trying to say,” Jonathan uttered. “Am I not supposed to be at home? Where is this place?”

The middle-aged man raised his head to stare at Jonathan and said with relief in his eyes, “This is the grave I’ve made for myself.” As he spoke, he waved his hands, and the things beneath Jonathan’s feet changed. In the blink of an eye, they were standing on top of a tall mountain. The man, who was now beside Jonathan, pointed at the distant sky.

“Look at the pattern of the mountains here. Concealed in them are the seven greatest formations. The technique of soul sealing has made this place into an abyss. Although there are still flaws to it, I’ve killed ten thousand beasts to get their crystal cores and fix the flaw. Once this place is activated, no life will be able to survive, not unless the world turns upside down and nature changes. So this place won’t appear in the normal world.”

Jonathan felt chills running to the extremities of his limbs as he listened to the middle-aged man’s words. How can someone be so ruthless toward themselves? He made an abyss to suppress himself?

However, when Jonathan’s gaze landed on the valley below him, his eyes widened. This mountain… This is the same mountain I saw in the hallucination back then! Did Heaven Sword guide me here?

“Who are you?” Jonathan icily asked the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man turned back to Jonathan. Just as he was about to speak, a flash of amusement danced across his eyes.

“You don’t even know who I am? It seems like my name never spread.”

The middle-aged man then cast his eyes downward at his sword with a sigh again before throwing it to Jonathan.

“Go back. Go back to where you belong. We’ll meet again if our encounter is destined to be.”

As the middle-aged man spoke, he moved his fingers to activate a technique. The barrier around Jonathan disappeared, and everything returned to chaos.

By the time he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the sight of a few anxious faces.

“Jason?” Jonathan hesitantly called out when he saw Jason’s face, which was as pale as a sheet of paper.

“Sh*t…” Jason softly cursed as he sat down on the bed at the side upon hearing Jonathan call him.

“Mr. Goldstein, what were you doing?” Jason questioned.

for a whole day. If you weren’t going to wake up any time soon, I would have cut you up to find out

for

saw the blood-soaked

doctors. On any other day, Donald and the others would have no

despite his own injuries. It was a sign of how bad

the side. The Heaven Sword in his hand was

he mulled over what he had dreamed about, he drew

while he was in that world—even if dozens of years had gone by in seconds, and even if he had moved a mile ahead

he

met—the youth, the young

and young man’s hand, for that was Heaven Sword

the true owner of Heaven Sword

mind, Jonathan fell into a daze staring

his hands and brought the rest of the medical team out of the

in Jonathan’s eyes turned solemn as he thought about

encountered was a pre-recorded scene or if he truly went back in time to the early days of Heaven

middle-aged man’s words kept ringing

to keep himself suppressed. What in the world has he experienced? And what does he mean when he said that we’ll meet again if

a feeling that the secrets of Heaven Sword were going

had used to kill the six-armed ancient ape. At that, he hastily

me a pen and

grasslands of Merania, a fleet

map on his tablet in the command

we’re fifty kilometers within reach of the borders between Chanaea and

“Yes, sir!”

asked, “Maximilian, we’re fifteen kilometers away from the border, and

onto a cigarette with his right hand, so he used his left to massage

supply. The West Region Army has been chasing us for over a hundred kilometers, and more than thirty thousand people are either dead or injured. Asura’s Office will never let us go. Retreating like this will be too challenging. If we go with our plan, the remaining six hundred of us should toss our

words, the look in his eyes was