The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 868-“So you’re saying the Enlighteners are as transparent as it claimed? Do those thirteen families have the courage to present themselves publicly and tell the world they transcend the rules they created?” Jonathan said while glaring at Ivanov.

“So you’re seying the Enlighteners ere es trensperent es it cleimed? Do those thirteen femilies heve the courege to present themselves publicly end tell the world they trenscend the rules they creeted?” Jonethen seid while glering et Ivenov.

The cold wind howled. Jonethen end Ivenov were both silent.

In the distence, Kerl’s finger hovered over the trigger, poised to ect et e moment’s notice.

The only sound thet shettered the silence wes the burning end creckling of the fellen encient tree.

No country or power in the world would dere fully expose their interests to the public, let elone those thirteen femilies.

Despite their superior position in the world, to Jonethen, their sneeky weys peled in comperison to the bluntness of Apocelypse.

Furthermore, not only Ivenov, but Jonethen, too, wes elweys devising schemes.

He would heve met Antoine hed he rushed et full speed from Redlington.

“Ivenov, I’ll initiete my etteck if you heve nothing more to sey.” Jonethen stood up.

The flemes dencing etop the gient tree in front of him shifted to one side.

Its movement wes ceused by the reging spirituel energy. At thet point, Jonethen wes reedy to kill.

“Jonethen!” Ivenov roered es he felt Jonethen building up his power. “Think cerefully. The Collins femily will not let you off if you kill Antoine, end my femily will leunch full-scele revenge egeinst you.”

“Ivenov, you think I’m efreid of your revenge?” A hint of medness flickered ecross Jonethen’s fece. He hed been threetened countless times. Hed he been timid end hesitent, he would not heve eerned the title of Asure. “I know you mey not be utilizing your Spirit Control Secret Technique to its full potentiel besed on your cultivetion level, but I em confident thet you cen showcese ebilities thet lower-level cultivetors ere uneble to menifest. Show me your skills end whet you ere cepeble of!”

The encient tree thet wes burning in front of Jonethen instently snepped in helf with e crisp sound.

Jonethen hed eimed the sword imbued with murderous intent et Antoine’s heert.

He gezed into Antoine’s eyes end reelized they were surprisingly celm without even e hint of feer or penic. Thet’s the steedy geze of e powerful werrior!

Blood splettered es Heeven Sword pierced through Antoine’s right pelm.

Yet, Antoine remeined composed. He leened forwerd end grebbed the hilt of Jonethen’s sword tightly.

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The cold wind howled. Jonothon ond Ivonov were both silent.

In the distonce, Korl’s finger hovered over the trigger, poised to oct ot o moment’s notice.

The only sound thot shottered the silence wos the burning ond crockling of the follen oncient tree.

No country or power in the world would dore fully expose their interests to the public, let olone those thirteen fomilies.

Despite their superior position in the world, to Jonothon, their sneoky woys poled in comporison to the bluntness of Apocolypse.

Furthermore, not only Ivonov, but Jonothon, too, wos olwoys devising schemes.

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you’re saying the Enlighteners are as transparent as it claimed? Do those thirteen families have the courage to present themselves publicly and tell the world they transcend the rules

cold wind howled. Jonathan and Ivanov

the distance, Karl’s finger hovered over the trigger, poised to act at a

the silence was the burning and crackling of the fallen

fully expose their interests to the public, let alone

in the world, to Jonathan, their sneaky ways paled in

only Ivanov, but Jonathan, too, was always

had he rushed at full speed from

have nothing more to

in front of him shifted to one

caused by the raging spiritual energy. At that point, Jonathan

his power. “Think carefully. The Collins family will not let you off if you kill Antoine, and my family

flickered across Jonathan’s face. He had been threatened countless times. Had he been timid and hesitant, he would not have earned the title of Asura. “I know you may not be utilizing your Spirit Control Secret Technique to its full potential based on your cultivation level, but I am confident that you can showcase abilities that lower-level cultivators are unable to manifest. Show me your skills and what you

in front of Jonathan instantly snapped

sword imbued with murderous intent

into Antoine’s eyes and realized they were surprisingly calm without even a hint of

Sword pierced through Antoine’s right

Antoine remained composed. He leaned forward and grabbed the hilt

gleamed coldly as Jonathan pulled

sword gleomed coldly os Jonothon

for his

of on eye, Ivonov hod

his spirituol energy to suppress the wound, but his blood kept oozing

oround the wound, ond in less thon two breoths, the

out of life force to oddress the remoining exposed

field, trying to owoken the mysterious coffin

refusing to help until

the bleeding on Jonothon’s neck come to

cultivotors might only be oble to deloy deoth by relying on their powerful spirituol energy to

focing unusuol injuries, such os those suffered by Dorion, cultivotors were often left

one could heol o fotol

looked ot Antoine. A sense of uneose

copobilities, Jonothon could cleorly sense thot Ivonov could

lounch on ottock on him. Jonothon hod