The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 815-Jonathan extended his left hand and caught the storage ring.

He checked using his spiritual sense and realized that his thousand talismans were half gone.

It seems that the fire Hossom started is by no means small.

He turned around with a chuckle after slipping the storage ring onto his finger.

“Hossom, I didn’t give you poison. It’s the antidote for anti-inflammation and detoxification.”

Hossom scoffed coldly and uttered, “I know that, Jonathan. I’m not cooperating with you because I’m afraid of death. Simply put, I’m worried that this is my only opportunity to discover the secret of Bazar Temple. I know my days are numbered. Just take it that I owe you one. Take Prima with you. I-I beg you, please…”

It was clear that Hossom wasn’t used to pleading with people. Even in this kind of circumstance, he appeared slightly self-conscious when uttering these words.

“I can tell you my family’s secret technique as your remuneration,” Hossom pleaded. He was as pale as a sheet.

The arrow had pierced through his lungs. At this moment, it was hard for him to channel his spiritual energy, so Hossom knew that it was unlikely that he would live through this.

He owed Prima, so he hoped he could pay her back before he died.

Looking at Hossom’s pale face, Jonathan shook his head.

“You’re one of the best thieves in the world. Why are you out here acting so deeply in love? If you want to save her, you will save her yourself. I don’t want to care about your matter.”

With that, he applied strength to his right hand, which was holding Prima’s leg.

An immense life force flowed from his elixir field and exited his right hand to enter Prima’s body quickly.

Although the life force from the coffin had gotten slower in healing Jonathan, it was still capable of healing typical flesh wounds entirely.

Within a few seconds, the meridians in Prima’s unconscious body fully recovered, and she opened her eyes.

“Uh… This—”

Prima gazed at the man’s thigh in front of her, dazed.

Jonathan’s clothes were torn and ragged because they were crushed into pieces when he was buried underground.

At this moment, Prima was staring at Jonathan’s body which was slightly visible under the breeze. She widened her eyes in disbelief, not knowing what to do.

“High Priestess, shouldn’t you come down? Although you aren’t wearing a dress, this position is still too—”

Before Jonathan could finish his sentence, Prima had served a left kick to his chin, sending him staggering backward as he was caught off guard.

All of Prima’s injuries had vanished. She moved with the grace of a Grandmaster Realm cultivator as she moved several meters away by lightly pushing herself off the ground with her hands.

“D*mn you! You kicked me even though I’m the one who saved you! I knew it! People from Seboxiasm are no good!” Jonathan responded as he touched his bleeding chin.

Prima had exerted much of her strength in that kick. If it were in the past, Jonathan would surely be suffering in pain right now.

only a small scratch

Jonathan was speaking, his

“Hahaha! You deserved it!”

Hossom burst into laughter. Blood kept spewing out of his mouth as he smiled with

“Hossom!”

Hossom in a flash. She finally remembered everything that had

that Hossom didn’t leave her

pill and forced Hossom to

Seboxiasm medicine that can surely

badly injured, and I can’t

moment together, Jonathan

two need me to play

Clang!

the sound of a bell, Jonathan

surroundings erupted in a flash of golden light. He had already unsheathed

to look at the direction he had been standing in previously.

Aetomoye who had sealed

“It’s you again!”

the bronze handbell. On his left hand,

one

energy within

did you bury me underground, but you also used Pryncyp to fortify it. You’re Aetomoye,

walked up. As he passed Hossom, he kicked the latter’s back with his bare

of life force into Hossom

transferred energy to force all the blood

at Jonathan,

Even the underlying ailments left by his previous training

can a kick be so powerful? Jonathan has some terrifying

down at his hands and uttered excitedly,

ignored his outburst and gripped

This person has a complete form of Pryncyp of Strength. I might not win against him, so bring

whatever

two scrapers in each hand, Hossom

and knew that he would only cause trouble for Jonathan if he stayed

at Aetomoye opposite

other before, so we are even. This time, this is a battle of life

on winning or losing? If you

gathered around his hands and turned

on it, and the chessboard immediately became larger instantly. With Jonathan in the middle, the

the ten blades

the blades couldn’t hit Jonathan at

they were a few

missed Jonathan