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

Hossom, Prima was no longer

the Bazar Temple with Prima’s help, they had been in each other’s company for only

a year scouring for

Crowsaint to visit her grandfather, Hossom

arrived at Crowsaint, she would

came across, intentionally bicker with him, share delicious food, and watch the sunset in a

as to get her trust

would even use a recording device to record her every move and glance, then analyze her character,

whole

of preparation resulted in

get her to fall

the meaning behind each of her glances

one year, there were some

her grandfather, Prima’s eyes

was Seboxiasm’s high priestess. She would receive tens of thousands of support when she returned, so she shouldn’t have that

elope with her, he merely thought of her as a woman who was stupidly

wasn’t aware

her there with a

Bazar Temple, which everyone considered a holy land,

allowed her free access past Crowsaint’s two walls was her

it to him, and he

at Prima floating

Do you hear me, Prima? I, Hossom Hoffman,

Swoosh!

echoed

that sound was a bloodied arrow shot

impact sent

Cough!

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

abruptly due to the injury, launching the floating Prima

concentrate his spiritual energy 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 of

Boom!

the ground. The

his spiritual sense was honed in

Boom!

from beneath Prima in the split

shot up from underground,

Whoosh!

like a storm. Jonathan greedily inhaled each breath

cultivators can control their breaths with their elixir

The image

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

didn’t work, he placed the top of his head on the floor and got himself into a kneeling position. After a few more maneuvers, he finally got

his right hand, and