The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 817-As the chessboard began to shrink, the blood mist within the space also grew denser.

At that moment, Jonathan was like a human vacuum. The blood mist that came in contact with his skin lost its vitality and shriveled into dried blood scabs that fell onto the ground.

As the chessboard shrank rapidly until it was just about five meters wide, it finally met resistance from Aetomoye’s Pryncyp of Blood.

Glancing around, Jonathan surveyed his surroundings and saw that the blood mist gave him a wide berth of roughly two meters. It dared not venture closer.

Aetomoye understood that attacking Jonathan at this moment was tantamount to feeding the other party his own life force.

The life force that Jonathan had ingested earlier was immense. If Aetomoye had not consumed a few Grandmasters earlier, he would likely have been turned into a dried corpse.

As such, Aetomoye was greatly shocked.

He could not understand how a person like Jonathan, someone who had not mastered Pryncyp, was able to force him into a corner.

Wasn’t the power of Pryncyp supposed to reign over spiritual energy? Also, the cursed chessboard managed to imprison me. Not even Pryncyp of Blood could make a breakthrough. What’s going on?

The blood mist in the surroundings retreated as Jonathan extended his right hand. It was as if they were afraid that Jonathan would rush into the thick of it and begin consuming it.

“What’s wrong, Aetomoye? Are you afraid?” Jonathan sneered as he continued to scrutinize the blood mist around him. “Are you still going to accuse me of stealing from the establishment of Seboxia?”

“Jonathan, what the h*ll do you want?” Aetomoye’s voice sounded from all around Jonathan. “Didn’t you come to Bazar Temple for a treasure? I can tell you where it is if you let me out of here.”

Treasure?

Jonathan’s eyes glittered when he heard the word.

After all, the reason he came all the way to Bazar Temple was to find an antidote for Dorian.

However, he had gotten involved in the situation.

Currently, the mention of the treasure made the cogs in Jonathan’s mind turn.

“All right. Tell me where the treasure is, and I’ll let you go.” Jonathan grinned.

Although Jonathan smiled to express his goodwill, that smile was as terrifying as the evil spirits mentioned in Seboxia’s scriptures to Aetomoye.

The blood mist in front of Jonathan swirled and coalesced into a vaguely human form. Not long after, Aetomoye’s form emerged.

“Jonathan, let’s not play tricks on each other. I’m afraid you’ll kill me the moment I reveal the treasure trove’s location. I have a solution to this; just hear me out. The treasure trove is a thousand meters to your left. However, an immensely strong kill array lies beyond the trove. I know the way to break the kill array. Take me with you, and you can watch me break the kill array. If I try to deceive you, you can capture me with the chessboard. What do you think?”

about sacrificing the sect. Thus, he

a light tap of his feet,

the blood mist. It was only when he saw that Jonathan truly

made a respectful gesture toward

“This way, Mr. Goldstein.”

great master.”

hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he turned around and strode

Divine Chessboard shrank back rapidly. It compressed itself into a diameter of fewer than

Bam!

once again reverted to

Jonathan from above. “Jonathan, I knew you’d

flashed with a

first rule of the cultivator’s world was never to trust the words of one’s enemy, for the thing that benefited them the most was

a Pryncyp of Slaughter and trapped a

in his hand instantly turned into dried-up

at which it shrank was

hands splayed open to absorb

became, the more futile the surrounding blood mist’s

just as Aetomoye had

was the embodiment of Aetomoye, and at that moment, Jonathan stood in the blood

already standing within Aetomoye’s

have a complete Pryncyp. As long as you’re willing to let me go, I will make a cultivator’s oath

raise your cultivation level in this lifetime. The terrifying thing about an oath is the Heart Tribulation that follows when one makes a breakthrough in their cultivation

Since you refuse to let me live, then we will die

looked down and felt

to let me go, then we shall become one. I’d

coffin’s life force, the wound

felt his scalp tingle when

did he mean

in his hands, he cleaved toward the blade formed by Pryncyp

forged blade open a channel of sorts, and it

Heaven Sword against the air in

a single trace of life

as if Aetomoye had disappeared into

hand, all the blood mist that had collected on Divine

With that, Aetomoye vanished…