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.

a small scratch

speaking, his

“Hahaha! You deserved it!”

Hossom burst into laughter. Blood kept spewing

“Hossom!”

in a flash. She finally remembered everything that

Hossom didn’t leave her behind

out a pill

It’s Seboxiasm medicine that

hand and shook his head before continuing, “My heart and lungs are badly injured, and I can’t channel my spiritual energy to heal. Moreover, even if this pill saves my life, Seboxiasm’s monks will

like it was their last moment together, Jonathan heaved a

to play some

Clang!

bell,

was in mid-air, his surroundings erupted in a flash of

the direction he had been

who had sealed him underground and almost

“It’s you again!”

bronze handbell. On his left hand,

holding the Divine Chessboard in one hand and Heaven

within

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

Hossom, he kicked the latter’s back with

ton of life force into

even transferred energy to force all

at

had completely recovered. Even the underlying ailments left by his previous training had

a kick be so powerful? Jonathan has some terrifying

down at his hands and uttered excitedly, “Sir, you’re

and gripped his Heaven Sword

form of Pryncyp of Strength. I might not win

whatever

each hand, Hossom towed Prima outside

would only cause trouble for Jonathan

glanced at Aetomoye opposite him and

each other before, so we are even.

have to be so fixated on winning or losing? If you want to

coldly. Blood mist gathered around his hands and turned into ten

immediately became larger instantly. With Jonathan

and the ten blades flew toward

blades couldn’t hit Jonathan at

was when they were

still missed Jonathan by