The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 722-“Follow you?” Sean visibly panicked when he heard what Jonathan had said. “I-I don’t know…”

“How could you not know?” Jonathan smiled. “Your physique is very suitable for cultivation. If you follow me, I can bring you to the city to live there and teach you everything I know. What do you say?”

The reason he offered that proposal was that he couldn’t bear letting someone as talented as Sean to languish in Phoebus Sect, which was about to be destroyed.

Additionally, Sean was exceptionally sensible, which endeared him to Jonathan further.

Sean shook his head somewhat cluelessly. “I don’t know… How about… I’ll ask my master first before getting back to you.”

Master? Jonathan sighed resignedly. Whether his mentor is Sofus or Vladimir, neither of them is coming back. “Fine. I’ll let you think about my offer, then. I have matters to attend to, so I’ll be going now. Once I’m done, I’ll return here and ask you about it again.”

“Okay,” Sean replied with a smile. “See you, Sir.”

Jonathan nodded and leaped dozens of meters away before dropping past the misty cliff next to Triplex Manifesta.

When Jonathan’s figure disappeared into the mist, the cuteness and bashfulness on Sean’s countenance swiftly vanished. A look of murderous intent then swirled in his eyes.

“Seeing that Phoebus Sect’s ring is on his finger, I bet he killed Vladimir already. Yet, he tried to take me in as his disciple.” As he muttered to himself, he stared at his small hand. “I’ve only woken up recently, so I’m still too weak. I must remain patient for now!”

A deep voice abruptly rang out from behind him. “Why are you daydreaming instead of sweeping the floor, Sean?”

“Huh? Someone told me he wanted to take me away, Master…”

Speedily, he put on his innocent and bashful facade again before turning to face the cultivator behind him.

Standing outside the formation’s white, misty wall, Jonathan brought out a square formation plate.

“Open!” After he gestured a technique, a tunnel appeared on the wall.

Using the formation plate as a bond, he instantly enveloped the entire formation in his consciousness the moment he stepped out of the white mist.

that the lush Flaming Tree had

essence of the divine tree that had existed since ancient times was sucked

been annihilated, Jonathan enveloped his consciousness in the valley within the center

foundation was destroyed, and

of the land in the middle of Summerbank Abyss flashed past Jonathan’s

good looks and hair that reached her waist. On her curvy body were clothes made from beast skin. An odd spear made from a tree branch and a sharp stone

she was none other than

front of her was a bloody man fighting against a demon

Jonathan caught a faint

a long breath when he sensed the man’s numerous negative auras. Violence, insanity,

formation plate in his hand, he soared across more than a hundred

sitting on a rock watching the battle,

ordered,

demon wolf’s paws

wildly. A dozen short fangs instantly took shape,

mouth became three

wolf’s wailing, he severed the beast’s

away, it used all its remaining strength

though Ryan didn’t notice the pain at

alpha wolf lay on Ryan’s shoulder like a corpse, no longer

absorbed from the demon wolf. His face, which was still torn apart seconds ago, had also

next to Joselle

as not to get possessed. Then, to take his revenge on Jonathan, he came to Summerbank

Grandmaster Realm cultivators, yet they could only barely survive there. On the other

heal himself at the Flaming Tree, he already

he didn’t want to interact with Joselle too much back

he had a taste of the Flaming Tree’s powerful regenerative ability, he went

day, he would intentionally provoke powerful demon beasts in Summerbank Abyss and then fight them as if he couldn’t care less about dying. After each victory, he would consume the demon beast’s life essence to increase his cultivation level

he were wounded, he would crawl