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.

self-destructive process proceeded quickly

the meridian had already traveled from

“Ugh!”

spat a mouthful of blood

up was

the blood

when Hossom

he could figure out that something

could sense frightening energy coming

wrong, Hossom immediately towed Prima toward the

“Move aside!”

talisman float into

and Hossom had been secretly keeping them until he had over a hundred of

a spin of the scraper, Hossom roughly slid it across his

surged everywhere, and in seconds, blood covered all

are you mad?” Prima shrieked in confusion when she

his spiritual energy to throw those

through the air, intense spiritual energy fluctuations came

turned out, Hossom was using his blood as a medium to store spiritual energy and complete the

Boom! Boom! Boom!

been set off at Bazar Temple at sunset,

flames were how Hossom safely

was a risky

Jonathan was doing, he figured out that Jonathan was definitely up to

spiritual energy fluctuation he sensed felt far more dangerous than when the two elderly men were using

the flames, Hossom and Prima rushed at least a thousand meters away from their original spot before the

already at the edge of Bazar

catch up to

Hossom could celebrate their success in escaping, a handprint

“Ugh!”

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

backward, Hossom threw out his scraper toward the

suddenly stuck out his right hand and

Thump!

against the collapsed crimson wall, a large

Hossom, raising their weapons

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

a hand on Prima’s shoulder and easily

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

monks around him heard the white-robed monk’s words, none said a word in

was because that man was none other than the second-in-command of Seboxiasm—Louis Simpson. He was the one who was in charge

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