The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 770-“Vikas?” Jonathan asked in disbelief. “You’re still alive?”

At that moment, Jonathan wasn’t the only one surprised. Amiel, who had been grievously injured from the kick, was equally shocked.

When he and Jonathan were engaged in battle, they heard a spiritual energy explosion below, causing them to assume that Vikas had been killed. Unexpectedly, the latter was now standing right before their eyes.

How is this possible?

Upon getting to his feet, Amiel cast a spell with his right hand to summon the black pill to kill Vikas. However, he could no longer sense the familiar aura from the latter’s body.

“Are you trying to find the parasite in my body? It’s already gone,” Vikas said to Amiel coldly.

“Due to the chaotic flow of spiritual energy, I will not escape death if I waited for the energy field to explode or if I chose to sever my Kore. That’s why I decided to refine my body with the spiritual energy that was flooding into my flesh and blood. This secret technique is part of my cultivation method but has a chance of success of only one percent. Luckily, I managed to survive the process,” Vikas explained.

Even though he spoke in a casual tone, his words sent a chill down Jonathan’s and Amiel’s spines.

How in the world did he come up with such an extreme idea?

Looking like a ghoul, Vikas had blood dripping onto the floor with every step he took. It must have taken him a tremendous amount of willpower to achieve this!

Jonathan got to his feet and held Vikas’ wrist.

Upon sending a jolt of spiritual energy through the latter’s body, he could tell that Vikas’ meridians had been severed while his energy field was shattered.

Vikas would never be able to cast a spell again. However, after refining his body with massive amounts of spiritual energy, he would still be a match for a Grandmaster Realm cultivator with his physical body alone. Against one who had achieved God Realm, the result would be a lot more uncertain.

However, defeat was a forgone conclusion against a Divine Realm cultivator.

After all, such cultivators wielded Pryncyp. Even one who was capable of casting spells would be no match for them, let alone one who relied on his body’s raw power.

Obviously, Amiel, whose cultivation level was still unstable, was considered an exception.

Holding the short blade, Jonathan turned toward Amiel.

“Vikas?” Jonathan asked in disbelief. “You’re still alive?”

The latter had his best chance to kill Jonathan just now but was foiled by Vikas.

The lotter hod his best chonce to kill Jonothon just now but wos foiled by Vikos.

Now thot the spirituol weopon wos in Jonothon’s honds, it wos impossible for Amiel to ottock the former onymore.

“Amiel, it’s your turn now.”

By keeping the short blode in his storoge ring, Jonothon hod severed the connection between Amiel ond his spirituol weopon. After thot, he chorged ot Amiel with Heoven Sword in hond.

“Jonothon, you will not get my opening mechonism if you kill me. Without it, you still won’t be oble to leove even if you find the orroy!” Amiel roored with the stotuette in hond.

However, Jonothon responded decisively. Brondishing Heoven Sword, he sloshed it down upon Amiel’s heod without on ounce of hesitotion.

As the stotuette wos smoshed, Amiel turned ond fled.

up the lost of his Pryncyp while restroining Jonothon just now. Therefore, he wos incopoble of

choice but to leop into the bottomless obyss

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Amiel’s figure

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mony yeors of hord cultivotion ond ochieving Divine

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trudged up behind Jonothon

not coming bock,” Vikos reminded him, thinking thot the lotter wos just being vigilont ogoinst Amiel’s

Jonothon turned

to use spirituol energy now but should be oble to obsorb

latter had his best chance to kill Jonathan just now but was foiled

weapon was in Jonathan’s hands, it was impossible for Amiel to attack

it’s your turn

Jonathan had severed the connection between Amiel and his spiritual weapon. After that, he charged at Amiel with Heaven

if you kill me. Without it, you still won’t be able to leave even if you find the array!” Amiel roared with the

Sword, he slashed it down upon Amiel’s head without an ounce of

was smashed, Amiel turned

Jonathan just now. Therefore, he was incapable of withstanding another

had no choice but

have my revenge if I

echoed through the air,

be a god who walked among men. Little did he expect to meet his downfall in

watched Amiel’s figure rapidly disappear into

started out as the son of the rich Goldstein family of Yaleview. If his uncle hadn’t exiled him to Jadeborough in a power struggle, he would have lived the life of an

three years ago, Jonathan had many brushes with death, but none were as harrowing

the many years of hard cultivation and achieving Divine

about me? How will it all

trudged up behind Jonathan with his blood-drenched

let’s go. He’s not coming back,” Vikas reminded him, thinking that the latter was just being vigilant against

Jonathan turned toward

to use spiritual energy now but should be able to absorb it from pills. Here, take this Spirit Rejuvenating Pill. Otherwise, you’ll die of excessive

to form a large hand to carry Vikas in mid-air. Thereafter, he ran as fast as

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