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 he

Hossom, Prima was no longer a target

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

scouring for this woman’s

visit her grandfather, Hossom would be trailing after

she would accompany her grandfather for the entire

anecdotes she came across, intentionally bicker

afar so as to get her

her every move and glance,

had dedicated his whole self to being

preparation resulted in him knowing Prima better

fall head over

behind each of

year, there were

time after spending a day with her grandfather, Prima’s

receive tens of thousands of support when she returned, so she

if Prima asked him to elope with her, he merely

in her shoes, Hossom wasn’t aware Prima was a

would leave her there with a smile, realization finally dawned upon

everyone considered a holy land,

access past Crowsaint’s two walls was her only hope of

him, and he dumped her

floating beside

Do you hear me, Prima? I,

Swoosh!

sound echoed throughout

was a bloodied

forceful impact

Cough!

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

disrupted abruptly due to the

too late. Yet, in the end, he could only

Boom!

onto the ground. The inertia from his high-speed

spiritual sense was honed in on the

Boom!

thud sounded from beneath Prima in the split second before she impaled

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

Whoosh!

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

breaths with their elixir

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

at Hossom with a smile,

one hand 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

waved his right hand, and a storage