The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 814-Jonathan was bewildered at the odd sight within his body.

Even though he was clueless about the coffin’s nature, he understood that anything that could gain Kenado’s utmost attention was special.

Jonathan worried if the coffin would cause any impact on his body with it being inside him.

He slowly drew some spiritual energy from the elixir field but didn’t sense any abnormalities. However, anyone would’ve felt uneasy having a coffin in their energy field.

Jonathan’s mood brightened slightly when the spiritual energy from the Spirit Rejuvenating Pills swiftly dissolved in his body.

As he wielded the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, the accumulation of spiritual energy quickly infiltrated into the surrounding sand.

Jonathan started unleashing the Earth Extrication Technique but didn’t sense the compact earth around his body softening at all.

He sharpened the focus on his surroundings and noticed a trace of a malevolent aura circling him.

That aura was the by-product of Aetomoye’s Pryncyp.

That red-robed monk sure is meticulous. He even thought about permanently sealing me here with Pryncyp. He overthinks.

Jonathan shook his right hand slightly, and the Pryncyp of Slaughter emerged once again.

Jonathan was shocked as he examined the long sword which embodied the Pryncyp of Strength.

His Pryncyp of Slaughter was no longer battered as before. Instead, it had refined to near perfection.

What is going on?

Jonathan looked down at his right hand with confusion.

Overhead, a crack sounded. A few clumps of sand fell from above.

Without hesitation, he stabbed the Pryncyp of Strength in his hand into the wall beside him.

That faint malevolent aura might be able to withstand the force of spiritual energy but burst like a bubble when faced with the Pryncyp of Slaughter.

In the meantime, at the ruins on the surface, the expression of Aetomoye, with a height of ten meters and a hundred distorted faces all over his body, turned grim.

Aetomoye let out a furious roar as he faced off against the attacks from three God Realm cultivators from Damos. He conjured a few bloody handprints in the air and sent the trio flying. With the trio down on the ground, he urgently turned around and flew toward the Seboxia statue.

At the edge of the second wall, every inch of Hossom’s body was covered in injuries.

As a Grandmaster with the secret technique of his family, his speed was his lifeline.

Yet, at that moment, he couldn’t increase his pace with Prima in tow.

Swinging the scrapers in his hands, he blocked one after another barrage of attacks from various weapons around him. He quickly retreated once he had Prima lifted with his spiritual energy.

With the successive assaults from a dozen Grandmasters, he couldn’t break through the wall they formed even if he possessed the most powerful cultivation methods.

His only choice was to ditch Prima if he wanted to evade his attackers’ pursuit.

was the only option he didn’t want to

to Hossom, Prima was no longer a target

help, they had been in each other’s

scouring for this

to visit her grandfather, Hossom would

Crowsaint, she would accompany

she came across, intentionally bicker with him, share delicious

as to get her trust for the smooth

every move and glance, then analyze her character, habits, and feelings behind each

dedicated his whole

worth of preparation resulted in him

why he could get her to fall head over

meaning behind each of

there were some scenes that also

with her grandfather, Prima’s eyes would be dead when she left

of support when she returned, so she shouldn’t have that look

Prima asked him to elope with her, he merely thought of her as a woman who was

Hossom wasn’t aware Prima was a

her there with a smile, realization finally

everyone

past Crowsaint’s two walls was her only hope of leaving that

to him,

his head to look at Prima floating beside him,

Do you hear me, Prima? I,

Swoosh!

ear-splitting sound echoed throughout the

that sound was a bloodied arrow shot through Hossom’s

impact

Cough!

the right side of his chest, the pressure immediately forced the blood from the wound

circulation was disrupted abruptly due to

to grab onto Prima, but he was a second too late. Yet, in the end, he could only watch as Prima rammed into the sharp tip

Boom!

ground. The

spiritual sense was honed in on the floating

Boom!

split second before she impaled onto the sharp

shot up from underground,

Whoosh!

a storm. Jonathan greedily inhaled each breath with a hand clasped around Prima’s

their breaths with their elixir field, I almost suffocated from

at each breath. The image his spiritual sense caught was engraved in his

approach, Jonathan shouted at Hossom with a smile, “Hossom, why did you fling your girlfriend? Do you still

to put pressure against the wound on his chest, and the other pushed against the ground to get himself up. When that didn’t work, he placed the top of his head on the floor and

waved his right hand, and a