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.

that was the only option

Hossom, Prima was no longer

with Prima’s help, they had been in each other’s company for

had expended a year scouring

visit her grandfather,

she arrived at Crowsaint, she would accompany her grandfather for the entire

would tell him about some anecdotes she came across, intentionally bicker

as to get

every move

dedicated his whole

year’s worth of preparation resulted in him knowing

her to fall head

knew the meaning behind each

year, there were some

day with her grandfather, Prima’s

Seboxiasm’s high priestess. She would receive tens of thousands of support when

he merely thought

shoes, Hossom wasn’t aware Prima

would leave her

Prima’s eyes, Bazar Temple, which everyone considered a holy land,

badge that allowed her free access past Crowsaint’s two

gave it to him, and

floating beside him, Hossom clenched his

Prima? I, Hossom

Swoosh!

echoed throughout the entire

a bloodied

impact

Cough!

vigorous exercise had gotten the vitality in his body pumping. The moment the arrow struck the right side of his chest, the pressure immediately forced the blood from the wound to flow into his airways, resulting in blood pouring out of his mouth

spiritual energy’s circulation was disrupted abruptly due to

second too late. Yet, in the

Boom!

thud, Hossom crashed onto the ground. The inertia from his

spiritual sense was honed in

Boom!

split second before she impaled

in tattered clothing suddenly shot up from underground, eliciting a cloud

Whoosh!

greedily inhaled each breath with a

Even though cultivators can control their breaths with their elixir field, I almost suffocated

fell heavily at each breath. The image his

monks of Seboxiasm being cautious and didn’t dare to approach, Jonathan shouted at Hossom with a smile, “Hossom, why did you fling your girlfriend? Do you

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 got himself into a kneeling

hand, and a