The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 906- Many Questions

Jonathan shouted excitedly at the coffin in his elixir field.

Although those thousands of Grandmaster Realm cultivators could already be said to have reached an almost terrifying order of magnitude, he felt inexplicably excited at that moment.

Following the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, what Jonathan had grasped was the Pryncyp of Slaughter.

It was just that he had been restraining the influence of Pryncyp on him all this time.

The way of killing required the comprehension of the true meaning of the Pryncyp amid slaughter.

However, killing indiscriminately would contradict its original intention and obstruct Jonathan’s thoughts, making it easy to form an inner demon to stop him from progressing.

Yet, at that moment, he had no reservations about facing the top one hundred Grandmasters at the bottom of the mountain.

With his right hand tightly gripping the hilt of Heaven Sword, Jonathan bowed slightly, like a preying cheetah, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

Thump!

Following a dull thud, a drooling werewolf finally landed on the cliff.

“Die!”

The Divine Chessboard beneath Jonathan’s feet unfolded in response. The moment the werewolf leaped forward and rushed onto the chessboard, he slashed its waist with Heaven Sword.

“Mr. Coffin, collect the vita!”

Jonathan could clearly feel an extremely thin life force sinking into his meridians as the werewolf’s life force rapidly drifted away.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The dull thuds came continuously.

Jonathan looked around, and wherever he looked, dozens of werewolves had already rushed up toward him.

sense force

force

force fields, everything within a hundred meters of his body, every flower, tree, grass, and even the trajectory of a single snowflake,

surged on the Divine Chessboard, streaks of purple shooting toward the sky one after another. Against the

“Kill them all!”

Chessboard had completely become Jonathan’s omniscience

Jonathan’s mind went was within a year

was like the deadly scythe of the Grim Reaper, constantly weaving

heads flew up almost at the

other hand, vanished before the eyes of

into his body, healing the burns on his body while they were being collected into

they were extremely thin streaks passing through his veins, they

help but marvel at the miraculous properties of the Pryncyp of Life as he felt the changes

the Pryncyp of Life, he can cure himself simply by killing people. War is

that thought,

killing as enjoyment, which is the Pryncyp of Slaughter! Both Seboxia and I can benefit from the killing, and the other party has been buried in an underground tomb for more than one thousand six hundred years. During this time, several old guys had shocked the world, not to mention Kenado, the Sage of Divine Realm. Can’t these people kill? If they simply want to use killing to collect life force, why not directly possess the

possess anyone despite having so many Divine Realm believers over more than a thousand years? He didn’t even use the body of Prima when she was

a werewolf’s sharp claws before swinging his

were many slaughtered bodies scattered across the Divine

Sword and let out a long breath seeing more and more werewolves around

was lamenting not only the number of werewolves but

sabotaged since he decided to break the monopoly of all

go against the eight respectable families, making

old residence and kidnapped

West Region, I’ve now fallen into the scheme

as he reflected on everything he had been

himself as a chess player the entire time, but in the end, he was just a pawn

present, he could only hope that Seboxia in his elixir field had no ill intention toward

not have a way to restrain such an old

Sword, he reached the edge