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.

only option he

to Hossom, Prima was no longer

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

scouring for this woman’s information

to visit her grandfather, Hossom would be

Crowsaint, she would accompany her

across, intentionally bicker with

so as to get her trust for the

every move and glance,

whole self to

resulted in him knowing Prima better than

her to fall head over heels for him

each

there were some scenes that also boggled

day with her grandfather, Prima’s

of support when she returned, so she shouldn’t

him to elope with her, he merely thought of her as a woman

in her shoes, Hossom wasn’t aware Prima was

he would leave her

Bazar Temple, which everyone considered a holy

badge that allowed her free access past Crowsaint’s

to him, and

head to look at Prima floating beside him, Hossom clenched his jaw

alive! Do you hear me, Prima?

Swoosh!

echoed throughout

a bloodied arrow shot through Hossom’s

forceful impact sent

Cough!

the arrow struck the right side of his chest, the pressure

due

energy to grab onto Prima, but he was a second too late. Yet, in the end,

Boom!

ground. The inertia from his high-speed sprinting sent him rolling

that, his spiritual sense was honed in on

Boom!

split second before she impaled

suddenly shot up from underground, eliciting a cloud of

Whoosh!

sand fell like a storm. Jonathan greedily inhaled each breath with a hand

their breaths with their elixir field,

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

and didn’t dare to approach, Jonathan shouted at Hossom with a smile,

up. When that didn’t work, he placed the top of his head on the floor and got himself into a

waved his right hand, and a storage ring flew