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.

was only a small scratch on him

Jonathan was speaking, his

“Hahaha! You deserved it!”

into laughter. Blood kept

“Hossom!”

beside Hossom in a flash. She

didn’t leave her behind

pill and forced Hossom to swallow

it. It’s Seboxiasm medicine that can surely save

and lungs are badly injured, and I can’t channel my spiritual energy to heal. Moreover,

their last moment together, Jonathan heaved a deep sigh and

need me to play some music to set the

Clang!

of a bell,

erupted in a flash of golden light. He had already

the ground, Jonathan turned to look at the direction he had been standing in previously. A crimson, bloody mist

who had sealed him underground and almost

“It’s you again!”

handbell. On his left hand, a palm-sized chessboard

in one hand and Heaven

spiritual energy within Jonathan’s

you also used Pryncyp to fortify it. You’re Aetomoye,

passed Hossom, he kicked the latter’s

ton of life

all

at Jonathan,

recovered. Even the underlying ailments left by his

so powerful? Jonathan

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

and gripped his

I might not win against him, so bring Prima

do whatever

scrapers in each hand, Hossom towed

would only cause trouble

Aetomoye opposite

are even. This time, this

fixated on winning or losing? If you want to

around his hands and turned into ten

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

and the ten blades flew

the blades couldn’t

were a

still missed Jonathan