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.

process proceeded quickly

time, the crack of the meridian had already traveled from the end of the meridian to Jonathan’s

“Ugh!”

mouthful

coughed up was fresh, dark

could use the blood to escape from Jonathan’s

of the board, when Hossom and Prima saw the

get past the spirit shield, but he could figure

frightening energy coming out

things were going wrong, Hossom

“Move aside!”

and made hundreds of talisman float into the air when he saw the crowding

Jonathan’s defective talismans, and Hossom had been secretly keeping them until he

a spin of the scraper, Hossom roughly slid

in seconds, blood covered all

confusion when she

continued to use his spiritual energy to

intense spiritual energy fluctuations came

it turned out, Hossom was using his blood as a medium to store spiritual energy

Boom! Boom! Boom!

off at Bazar Temple at sunset, clouds of

safely towed Prima in a frenzied

was a

he figured out that Jonathan was definitely

felt far more dangerous than when the two elderly

thousand meters away from their original spot before the panic in Hossom’s chest

were already at the

if the Grandmaster Realm cultivators wanted to catch up to them,

celebrate their success in escaping, a handprint suddenly

“Ugh!”

the palm had slammed into him like

he flew backward, Hossom threw out his scraper toward the one holding

out his right hand

Thump!

against the collapsed crimson wall, a large character symbol

raising their weapons in preparation to

in a white monk robe muttered, “Keep him alive.

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

without our Sage’s permission,” the white-robed monk uttered as he towed Prima

heard the white-robed monk’s words, none

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

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