The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 822-Underwear? Jonathan froze momentarily when he heard those words. Immediately after, he recalled something and quickly looked down.

“What the f*ck?” Jonathan yelled and stomped on the ground forcefully. As soon as he did that, the gravel and debris around him floated into the air and surrounded him.

When Aetomoye used Pryncyp to bury Jonathan a hundred meters deep, Jonathan’s clothes had already been torn to pieces.

After that, Jonathan got rid of his clothes entirely to increase the contact area of his body when he was absorbing the blood mist on Divine Chessboard.

In other words, Jonathan had been completely naked ever since then.

Seeing that he was in his birthday suit, Jonathan quickly whipped out a set of sportswear from his storage ring and wore it. “What the f*ck, Hossom? You said so much when you were lying on the ground outside Divine Chessboard. Why didn’t you tell me I was naked?”

While being held, Hossom couldn’t help but flash a helpless and bitter smile when he heard Jonathan grumbling behind the wall of gravel and debris. “Mr. Goldstein, I was on the verge of dying. Why would I care if you had clothes on or not? Are you still able to fight? Help me…”

Right then, the gravel and debris fell to the ground, and Jonathan was seen standing on the pile of rubble with his bare feet. While looking at the bald man in white, he smiled and bowed. “Hi, there! They’re my siblings. They’re young, and they committed a mistake. I’ll bring them away and teach them a lesson on your behalf.” He chuckled and added, “For my sake, please let them go.”

Although Jonathan was talking with a smile on his face, the monk in white remained motionless as he stared at Jonathan with beads in his hand.

“What is he doing?” Jonathan asked Hossom.

The latter shook his head weakly and answered, “He’s from West Region, so he might not understand Chanaean. Did you expect the worshippers of Seboxia to learn Chanaean?”

“What should I do, then?” Jonathan asked in a helpless tone. “I can’t possibly fight him right away, can I? That would be rude.”

Suddenly, Louis smiled and used a West Region language to say, “Although I don’t understand a word you said, I know you’re not a Seboxia worshipper. In that case, I won’t be letting you go. You should surrender.”

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before shifting his gaze back toward Jonathan. “He called you a

as those words fell, an icy look swirled in Jonathan’s eyes, and

stabbed right through his chest, no? Why didn’t I feel

was in awe, and the bronze handbell floated

light flashed across Jonathan’s back, and he was flung forward. Still rooted to the spot, Louis frowned and looked at the marking on his right palm

I saw in the ancient

those words. Besides, Louis was speaking in a language from West Region. Jonathan wouldn’t have understood Louis even if he were to

Louis. This man is fast! I used Pryncyp of Slaughter when I struck just now, but

sensed the aura Louis was exuding. His cultivation level is the advanced

looking at Louis. It’s obvious that he had also figured out

strong my Pryncyp of Slaughter is because I won’t be able to touch him. As long as one is fast enough, there are no techniques that can’t be overcome. That’s a concept all the cultivators in Chanaea know. It illustrates the importance of speed and

odd. Since just now, I think I can feel the blood flow in the bodies of others. It’s just that this feeling is the same as other senses that I had just recovered. Besides, I missed it just now because I was too concerned by the fact that I was naked. Now that I’ve calmed down, I realize I can feel the speed of the blood flowing

looked at Hossom, he felt as though he was looking down at a heavy flow of traffic. Hossom has blood accumulated in his chest, and the blood is flowing

surprised, Jonathan felt something else after he regained his senses. Not only can I feel the blood flow, but I think I can even control others’ blood flow! Is this

the monk next to him, who was in Grandmaster

gesture, the Grandmaster Realm cultivator was pulled

the cultivator screamed in agony. In the next

blood in the shape

Thud!

pale as a sheet. Due

the cultivator died on

the ground, the