The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 820-Aetomoye’s screams of terror went on in Jonathan’s mind.

Even the rookie cultivators of the Precelestial Realm would know that the reverse movement of spiritual energy meant the self-destruction of the Kore, energy field, and elixir field.

If the cultivator’s cultivation level were low, they would have little spiritual energy.

By destroying their own cultivation, they would, at most, break their energy field. Their vital energy would take a heavy hit, and if they did not have magical plants to help them out, they might end up ill for the rest of their lives.

However, the worst-case scenario for someone of Jonathan’s level in reversing the channeling of the spiritual energy and creating a conflict in the meridian would be a mini explosion.

As a result of the clashing of spiritual energy, everything around Jonathan would turn to ashes.

That was the path Jonathan had chosen to walk.

How could Aetomoye not be afraid of that?

While he did have Pryncyp, even his blood would be gone if Jonathan were to end his own life.

Moreover, he did not know how he was going to deal with Divine Chessboard yet. It was highly possible that he would be trapped in Divine Chessboard forever.

Although Aetomoye’s Pryncyp seemed strong—he would remain immortal as long as he had blood in him—it was also a dangerous Pryncyp.

Three thousand major Pryncyps were what created the world.

Aetomoye’s Pryncyp was only one of the three thousand major Pryncyps.

In fact, rather than saying that Aetomoye had figured out the concept of Pryncyp of Blood, it was more like he had borrowed the power of Pryncyp of Blood.

With blood, the user of Pryncyp of Blood would be able to stay immortal.

If Aetomoye went a long time without blood, the Pryncyps of the world would assume Aetomoye as a dead man, and the Pryncyp of Blood he had would be taken back by them.

The power he had in the face of the world would be wiped out by the Heavenly Way. There was no chance he was going to survive.

Therefore, Aetomoye was definitely going to die if Jonathan were to kill himself and if Divine Chessboard truly had sealed his Pryncyp.

“Stop!” Aetomoye roared. “Jonathan, you madman! As long as you stop, I’ll swear my loyalty to you! I’ll accept any contracts of slavery to you! I’ll use part of my Pryncyp and turn it into a contract to submit to you! I’ll do anything as long you stop!”

Aetomoye was unwilling to die just like that. He desperately begged for mercy at Jonathan’s crazed behavior.

Frankly, Jonathan was tempted when he heard Aetomoye’s willingness to give up everything just to stay alive.

However, self-destruction was akin to jumping off a building.

Who could regret their decision after taking a step forward?

Jonathan’s Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique was a swift-channeling technique.

his self-destructive process proceeded quickly as

just a few breaths’ time, the crack of the meridian had already traveled from the end of the meridian

“Ugh!”

Jonathan spat a mouthful of

he coughed up

the blood to escape from Jonathan’s

the board, when Hossom and Prima saw the blood,

could not get past the spirit shield, but he

could sense frightening energy coming out of

wrong, Hossom

“Move aside!”

hand and made hundreds of talisman float into

been secretly keeping

the scraper, Hossom roughly slid it across his

in seconds, blood

Prima shrieked in confusion

energy to

through the air, intense spiritual

as

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Temple at sunset, clouds of flames were flaring up in

Hossom safely towed Prima

was a risky

had no idea what Jonathan was doing, he figured out that

dangerous than

cover of the flames, Hossom and Prima rushed at least a thousand meters away from their

were already at the edge of Bazar Temple’s

if the Grandmaster Realm cultivators wanted to catch up to them, it was already too

in escaping, a handprint

“Ugh!”

into him like a sledgehammer

threw out his scraper

the bald man suddenly stuck out his right hand and grabbed the

Thump!

wall, a large character symbol was left behind

of figures landed around Hossom, raising

a white monk robe muttered, “Keep him alive. We’ll have

Prima’s shoulder

have left Bazar Temple without our Sage’s permission,” the white-robed monk uttered as he towed Prima forward with his

the white-robed monk’s words, none said a word in

Simpson. He

by Damos. We have been unable to protect the temple,”