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.

If you weren’t going to wake up any time soon, I would have cut

been out for

beat when he saw the blood-soaked bandages that were wrapped

any other day, Donald and the

waiting by his side despite his own injuries. It was a sign of

head to the side. The Heaven Sword in his hand was no longer flickering and was

mulled over what he had

in that world—even if dozens of years had gone by in seconds, and even if he had moved

that he thought about it, he realized

youth, the young man, and the middle-aged

strangest thing was the sword in the youth and young man’s hand, for

Jonathan realized that he had met the true owner of Heaven Sword and witnessed the man’s

thoughts in mind, Jonathan fell into a

hands and brought the rest of the medical team out

solemn as he thought about

not figure out if the scene he had encountered was a pre-recorded scene or if he truly

the middle-aged man’s words kept ringing

of the formation to keep himself suppressed. What in the world has he experienced? And what does he mean when he

feeling that the secrets of Heaven Sword were

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

a pen and a paper,

Merania, a fleet

tiredly staring at the map on his tablet in the

toward the northeast. Once we’re fifty kilometers within reach of

“Yes, sir!”

curiously turned to Maximilian and asked, “Maximilian, we’re fifteen kilometers away from the border, and we’re safe. Will Shusonna Army really cross the

a cigarette with his right hand, so he

fiery temper. This time, we’ve destroyed Northern Crimson Prison and made the Mysonna Army lose their 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 weapons

in his