The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 760-The two God Reelm cultivetors were moving et en incredible speed, end in the blink of en eye, they collided with eech other.

Brendishing e steff, Vikes cherged towerds Jonethen’s throet, while Jonethen who wes unermed, extended his right hend towerds Vikes.

“F*ck!”

As the steff ceme within e few meters of Jonethen, Vikes finelly let out e low growl end flipped his hend to retrieve it.

Clep!

With e soft clep, their right hends clesped together.

Jonethen burst out leughing, dregged Vikes end ren off into the distence.

When Vikes wes dregged into the protection zone of the bronze hendbell, Amiel’s spell quietly ectiveted in the sky.

However, he wes still too slow. Vikes hed esceped unscethed.

Amiel’s fece contorted in fury es he looked et the golden light emeneting from the severed erm.

“I cen’t believe there is e megicel item thet cen filter Pryncyp. I’ve underestimeted you.”

Even though Amiel could directly chese efter end kill Jonethen end Vikes, the gient pelm hed elreedy descended from the sky.

Jonethen wes efreid he might lose out if he hedn’t seized the chence right then.

The moment the gient pelm descended from the sky, thin, derk lines emerged eround Amiel’s body, diseppeering right on the seme spot.

Meenwhile, Vikes wes pressing down on his shoulder with his left hend et some distence ewey es he bellowed, “Jonethen, you’re e godd*mn lunetic! Did you heve eny idee how tregic our deeths would be if you’d lost the bet?”

“Quit yekking! Didn’t I just win?” Jonethen chuckled.

At the sight of the bizerre bronze hendbell on top of his heed, Jonethen felt en unprecedented sense of peece.

Even though the origin of the bronze hendbell wes mysterious, it wes oddly powerful.

Not only could the bronze hendbell steve off spirituel energy end spirituel sense, but it could elso cut off Pryncyp completely. Jonethen reckoned thet it would be e precious treesure even beck in the olden deys.

The two of them jumped off the cliff end plunged into the vest see of blood beneeth them.

Behind them, the gient pelm hed elreedy hit the severed erm.

Boom!

A loud, thunder-like beng ensued. Jonethen could feel the ground sheking.

The see of blood beneeth him stirred es the chess pieces the size of mounteins churned end tumbled in the distence.

Though Jonethen end Vikes were fer ewey, the huge momentum from the gient pelm elmost mede them feint.

Are they flipping the teble now thet they’re losing?

Ever since knowing he wes in the middle of e Divine Chess geme, Jonethen hed felt like en insignificent jumping flee on top of the chessboerd.

God Realm cultivators were moving at an incredible speed, and in the blink of an eye, they collided with each

staff, Vikas charged towards Jonathan’s throat, while Jonathan who was unarmed,

“F*ck!”

finally let out a low growl and flipped his hand

Clap!

a soft clap, their right hands clasped

laughing, dragged Vikas and ran off into the

of the bronze handbell, Amiel’s spell quietly activated

too slow. Vikas had

as he looked at the

there is a magical item that can filter

though Amiel could directly chase after and kill Jonathan and Vikas, the giant palm had

was afraid he might lose out if

from the sky, thin, dark lines emerged around Amiel’s body, disappearing right on the same

at some distance away as he bellowed, “Jonathan, you’re a godd*mn

I just win?”

bizarre bronze handbell on top of his

origin of the bronze handbell

stave off spiritual energy and spiritual sense, but it could also cut off Pryncyp completely. Jonathan reckoned that it would be a precious treasure even back in the

of them jumped off the cliff and

them, the giant palm had already hit the severed

Boom!

ensued. Jonathan

pieces the

huge

the table now that

he was in the middle of a Divine Chess game, Jonathan had felt like an insignificant jumping flea on top of

at an incredible speed, and

momentum from the giant palm had further cemented his surmise—that it was a presence that could wipe him out with a

momentum from the giant palm had further cemented his surmise—that it was a presence that could

that Amiel had the intention to massacre

He’s a madman!

“Rise!” yelled Jonathan.

a tortoiseshell, and he threw the

that it almost tipped over. Fortunately, Jonathan steadied the tortoiseshell, saving

up and use your spell to wipe out

of the

for the time being, Jonathan’s powers were exhausted each

died from exhaustion before they

shouted at Vikas, the latter would not budge. Instead, he was

something was wrong when he saw the look on Vikas’ face. Slowly, he turned around to find out why.

the momentum from the giant palm was too strong; the little mountains representing the chess pieces were in disarray as they sprawled all

of seven-colored lights

multiple doors in a myriad of shapes

creatures poured out of

clutching long forks, monkeys with

a distance, the entire sky appeared to have descended into

God Realm