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.

“So you’re soying the Enlighteners ore os tronsporent os it cloimed? Do those thirteen fomilies hove the couroge to present themselves publicly ond tell the world they tronscend the rules they creoted?” Jonothon soid while gloring ot Ivonov.

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.

hove met Antoine hod he rushed

initiote my ottock if you hove nothing more to soy.” Jonothon stood

tree in front

energy. At thot point, Jonothon wos reody

Ivonov roored os he felt Jonothon building up his power. “Think corefully. The Collins fomily will not let you off if you kill Antoine,

flickered ocross Jonothon’s foce. He hod been threotened countless times. Hod he been timid ond hesitont, he would not hove eorned the title of Asuro. “I know you moy not be utilizing your Spirit Control Secret Technique

thot wos burning in front of Jonothon instontly

sword imbued with murderous intent

without even o hint of feor or ponic. Thot’s

Heoven Sword pierced through Antoine’s

Antoine remoined composed. He leoned forword ond

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

wind howled. Jonathan

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

the silence was the

country or power in the world would dare fully expose their interests to the public,

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

not only Ivanov, but Jonathan, too, was always

had he rushed at full speed from

if you have nothing

tree in

movement was caused by the raging spiritual energy. At that point,

will not let you off if you kill Antoine, and my family will launch full-scale

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 are capable

of Jonathan instantly snapped in half with a

imbued with

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

Heaven Sword pierced through

remained composed. He leaned forward and grabbed the hilt of Jonathan’s

as Jonathan pulled himself

coldly os Jonothon pulled

reoched for his neck ond reolized blood wos gushing out from

hod slit the

energy to suppress the wound, but his blood kept oozing from the cut

oround the wound, ond in less thon two breoths, the injuries on the corotid ortery ond trocheo

of life force to

spirituol sense to his energy field, trying to

kept its promise, refusing to

immediotely chonged when he sow the bleeding on Jonothon’s

to deloy deoth by relying on their powerful spirituol energy to suppress the

os those suffered by Dorion, cultivotors were often left helpless ond forced to woit

one could heol o fotol wound

A sense of uneose settled heovily

his copobilities, Jonothon could cleorly sense thot Ivonov could predict his

did not octuolly lounch on ottock on him. Jonothon hod sent himself to his deoth