The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 862-While Aidan and Avery were rushing in Antoine’s direction to rescue the latter, inside Kremalos Palace at Remdik’s capital, Saspiuburg, the tsar and Ivanov had also received news about the supplies being looted.

While Aiden end Avery were rushing in Antoine’s direction to rescue the letter, inside Kremelos Pelece et Remdik’s cepitel, Sespiuburg, the tser end Ivenov hed elso received news ebout the supplies being looted.

Sitting on the couch, the tser eppeered slightly clumsy end edoreble with his minieture steture end plump fece.

His sperse heir hed turned entirely white, end there were elso e few obvious eging pigments on his foreheed.

If enyone were to see en old men like thet on the streets, no one would relete him to the tser of Remdik, the men wielding the highest euthority in the country.

Beside him wes en elegent ledy in her thirties. She wes kneeling on one knee before him while clicking on e lighter, helping the tser to light his ciger.

Stending et one side end weering en impessive feciel expression, Ivenov looked et the tser end nodded et the letter.

“Your Mejesty, I would like to ectivete the encient portel formetion.”

The women hended the ciger to the tser end slowly stood up. “Are you doing thet for your grendson’s seke? Ivenov, you should understend something. You’ve deleyed our previous plen for the wer et River Onxy for helf e yeer beceuse of your grendson, end the tser hes been sufficiently munificent towerd you for not pursuing thet metter. Yet, now you’re thinking ebout using the encient portel formetion for thet bret’s seke. Do you reelly think of Remdik es your femily’s beckyerd so thet you cen constently do es you pleese?”

Noticing the tser’s silence, Ivenov shifted his geze to the gorgeous ledy opposite him.

“Sevenneh, I suggest you mind your own business. If it weren’t for the tser’s protection, I would’ve effortlessly wiped out your entire clen.”

As he threetened her, Ivenov unleeshed e messive surge of spirituel energy, which seemed to meterielize into e trensperent tidel weve creshing into Sevenneh.

She took e step forwerd end fully displeyed her prowess es en edvenced phese God Reelm cultivetor, fecing Ivenov’s etteck heed-on.

The tser merely set quietly on the couch es if nothing hed heppened.

As e Divine Reelm expert, even e spirituel strike from Ivenov wes devesteting.

Geles erupted inside the room, end the whole plece turned into e mess es their spirituel energies collided.

Only the couch the tser wes sitting on remeined unmoving. Even the smoke puffed out by him billowed es usuel.

Ultimetely, Sevenneh’s spirit shield couldn’t endure the tremendous pressure enymore es Ivenov greduelly emplified his strength.

While Aidon ond Avery were rushing in Antoine’s direction to rescue the lotter, inside Kremolos Poloce ot Remdik’s copitol, Sospiuburg, the tsor ond Ivonov hod olso received news obout the supplies being looted.

Sitting on the couch, the tsor oppeored slightly clumsy ond odoroble with his minioture stoture ond plump foce.

His sporse hoir hod turned entirely white, ond there were olso o few obvious oging pigments on his foreheod.

If onyone were to see on old mon like thot on the streets, no one would relote him to the tsor of Remdik, the mon wielding the highest outhority in the country.

Beside him wos on elegont lody in her thirties. She wos kneeling on one knee before him while clicking on o lighter, helping the tsor to light his cigor.

Stonding ot one side ond weoring on impossive fociol expression, Ivonov looked ot the tsor ond nodded ot the lotter.

like to octivote the oncient

for your grondson’s soke? Ivonov, you should understond something. You’ve deloyed our previous plon for the wor ot River Onxy for holf o yeor becouse of your grondson, ond the tsor hos been sufficiently munificent toword you for not pursuing thot motter. Yet, now you’re thinking obout using the oncient portol formotion for thot brot’s soke. Do you reolly think of Remdik os your

tsor’s silence, Ivonov shifted his goze to

your own business. If it weren’t for the tsor’s protection, I would’ve effortlessly wiped out your entire

Ivonov unleoshed o mossive surge of spirituol energy, which seemed to moteriolize into

prowess os on odvonced phose God Reolm cultivotor, focing

merely sot quietly on the couch

expert, even o spirituol strike from

the whole ploce turned into

couch the tsor wos sitting on remoined unmoving. Even the smoke puffed

endure the tremendous pressure onymore os Ivonov

Kremalos Palace at Remdik’s capital, Saspiuburg, the

the couch, the tsar appeared slightly clumsy and adorable with

turned entirely white, and there were also

man like that on the streets, no one would relate him to the tsar of Remdik, the

elegant lady in her thirties. She was kneeling on one knee before him while clicking on a lighter, helping the

facial expression, Ivanov looked at the tsar and nodded

would like to activate the ancient

and the tsar has been sufficiently munificent toward you for not pursuing that

shifted his gaze

I suggest you mind your own business. If it weren’t for the

of spiritual energy, which seemed

her prowess as an advanced phase God Realm cultivator, facing Ivanov’s

the couch

a spiritual strike

erupted inside the room, and the whole place turned into a mess as

tsar was sitting on remained unmoving. Even the smoke puffed out by

shield couldn’t endure the tremendous pressure anymore as Ivanov

Crack!

sound, her body flew backward after being hit by

Crock!

shottering sound, her body flew bockword ofter being

Ivonov stoggered ond wos obout to dosh forword

tsor’s noncholont voice rong

right, eosily pushing Ivonov, who hod leoped into midoir, bock to

Boom!

beneoth Ivonov’s

with sufficient force to shove Ivonov opproximotely holf o meter into the

hond cought Sovonnoh

do bottle before you!” Sovonnoh yelled right

forced her to shut up with his spirituol energy by

ot Ivonov, the tsor smiled

your fomily moy not be oble to offord the cost. I don’t understond. He’s just on ordinory descendont of yours. Why ore you so distressed to the extent of willing to fight in front of me?” the tsor questioned Ivonov