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

meridian had

“Ugh!”

a mouthful of blood on

blood he coughed up was fresh, dark

use the blood to

outside of the board, when Hossom and Prima saw the blood, they

shield, but he could figure out that something must have happened

energy coming out of the

Hossom immediately towed Prima toward

“Move aside!”

hand and made hundreds of talisman float

secretly

a spin of the scraper, Hossom roughly slid

surged everywhere, and in seconds, blood covered all

shrieked in confusion

continued to use his spiritual energy to throw

air, intense spiritual energy fluctuations came from

blood as

Boom! Boom! Boom!

been set off at Bazar Temple at sunset, clouds of

were how Hossom safely

was a risky

what Jonathan was doing, he figured

more dangerous

rushed at least a thousand meters away from their original spot before the

they were already at the edge

Realm cultivators wanted to catch up to them, it

in escaping, a handprint

“Ugh!”

backward, for the palm had slammed into him like a sledgehammer and caved in his

flew backward, Hossom threw out his scraper

suddenly stuck out his right

Thump!

wall, a large character symbol was left

Hossom, raising their

then, the bald man in a white monk robe muttered, “Keep him alive. We’ll have our Sage decide what to do with

a hand on Prima’s shoulder and easily made her knees buckle with

Temple without our Sage’s permission,” the white-robed

monks around him heard the white-robed monk’s

Seboxiasm—Louis Simpson. He was the one who was in charge of punishments

Bazar Temple has been attacked by Damos. We have been unable to