The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 897-Paurius had perished. All the God Realm cultivators at Sanctuary feared for their own safety.

Those God Realm cultivators would be considered elites if they were situated in any other corner of the world.

However, at Sanctuary, they were a dime a dozen.

Losing two God Realm cultivators during a single mission would devastate any faction outside, but the loss barely left a scratch on Sanctuary.

Inside the cavern, the old man and others were on their feet. Only the teenager who returned with Paurius remained kneeling on the floor, never once lifting his head.

A young man fiddled with Paurius’ black arrow in his hand. With the gentle flick of a finger, the razor-sharp tip of the arrow crossed dozens of meters and halted before Paurius forehead.

Right when everyone thought God was about to kill Paurius, God curled the corner of his lips into a faint smile and uttered nonchalantly, “Forget it. Take this arrow and kill Jonathan.”

“Yes!”

The teenager raised his hands above his head, allowing the black arrow to descend onto his palm slowly.

The young man turned his attention to the elder beside him.

“Jokovich, lead a party and make a trip. Have the tsar cooperate with you. I can’t believe this Jonathan dared to harm members of Sanctuary. Find him. It’ll be great if he’s willing to join us. Otherwise, do away with him.”

“Yes!”

The elder and the others bowed their heads in agreement. When they looked up again, the young man had vanished.

Jokovich gazed at the teenager kneeling on the floor and pointed, “You, you, you, you, and you.”

He selected five people in total. The quintet bowed and awaited their orders.

“Follow me immediately. We’ll establish contact with the tsar and locate Jonathan at all costs.”

“Understood!”

…

Ksana, and Kite pushed the door open and entered Hell

at night, the most

Goldstein, I think Remdikians are

long-term plans. In fact, they’ll spend all their earnings on alcohol. This season, obituaries of people freezing to death filled the local newspaper daily,” Kite chirped to Jonathan

silence. Ksana, on the other hand, piped up, “Why should they save

Kite replied without hesitation. Then, he fell into a momentary daze before

dormant in Remdik for the past few

he didn’t receive any missions or instructions, he lived there assuming he was a real

the years, he had traversed many of Remdik’s major cities and learned new things about

those holding authority and administrative powers, most Remdikians

pressure at work or in

the reason their society had stagnated for many years, causing the entire country to arrive at a peculiar juncture despite being known as

although the official reason for the upcoming war was because of a useless tomb of a general, it

the bar, and Kite placed some

a bottle of rum

the back of Kite’s hand and said, “Make it three

ordered the bottle of rum for yourself,” Ksana added

them before taking the money away. However, he secretly nodded at the

served, but before they could receive their drinks, a muscular arm reached out from beside Ksana to grab one of the

stretched out her hand to grasp that person’s wrist. The trio turned and saw a bearded, burly Remdikian man

member of the local bikers gang judging by his outfit,” Kite whispered

he raised his phone and snapped a photo of

bartender slammed the table and shouted, “Hey! You’re not allowed to

phone. Hearing the bartender’s words, he tossed

befuddled by Kite’s

aren’t you a cultivator? Do you always get robbed?

my wallet. In that case, my subsequent actions of beating him up will be self-defense. Remdik’s law is fascinating. Even

such an unscrupulous person.” Jonathan gazed at

to this program

at the updating data appearing on the screen of

Program?

at Kite’s phone