The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 944-Jokovich sent out a punch, and Pryncyp of Strength poured forth.

Following the sound of an explosion, a crater several meters deep appeared in the ground beside Jonathan.

The golden light on him continued flickering, unaffected in the slightest.

Even a child could not have missed the target, let alone a God Realm cultivator, from a distance of fewer than three meters.

Jokovich glared at Vassily, whose hand was placed firmly around the former’s arm.

“You want Jonathan dead, but I need him alive!” Vassily said coldly. “The ripples conjured by your spiritual energy don’t look like it’s cultivation born by Holy Blood, Jokovich. Heed my advice: leave Sanctuary. It’s different now. You will not break through to Divine Realm even if you bring them Jonathan’s head. What your boss needs is prey, not a hunter like him. Do you understand?”

Vassily’s words caused Jokovich’s hand to tremble.

The next moment, however, Jokovich sent his fist straight toward Vassily’s elixir field.

Vassily moved, and Jokovich’s fist missed its mark. Before the latter could react, Vassily’s knee met his abdomen with a resounding thud.

Boom!

Jokovich was sent flying into a plane, leaving a large dent in its side.

Vassily was too quick. Though his cultivation level was only of Grandmaster Realm, he relied on superior combat experience and speed that was close to superhuman speed and could crush God Realm elites like Jonathan and Jokovich on technique alone.

Jokovich leaped down from the plane. Standing outside the airport terminal, he glared at Vassily coldly.

Having witnessed Jonathan bury the others, Jokovich abandoned the notion of tracking him down.

However, he was surprised to have found Jonathan in Ballachov with him.

Just when he was about to board his flight out of the city, Jokovich followed the ripples of spiritual energy and witnessed the battle between Jonathan and Vassily.

This is the perfect opportunity for me to rip his head!

with the political climate within Sanctuary at present, he remained anxious about the danger of losing his life for failing to

right here in front of

the threat of death was that every

a pulp and was on the verge of death. Besides, he deflected my assault with the

on Jonathan, Jokovich’s Pryncyp began

meddling, Mr. Vassily, be prepared to face the

seemed to solidify, and waves of ripples poured

ripples expanded slowly, barely noticeable. Nevertheless, they had grown to

blood poured forth from both of Jokovich’s arms. By the

“Die!” Jokovich roared.

blast erupted through the ripples, filling the airport terminal with white smog through its

Boom!

the ripples

airport terminal looked as if it had been sliced

Vassily was panting for breath outside the airport terminal,

a cultivator of Grandmaster Realm, Vassily. You

longer held back. Streaking through the sky,

was channeling

into action, he dashed toward Vassily,

calf, Vassily flung the former

and

intermittent collisions happened too swiftly to

by

marks of the combatants’

impact brought was so ferocious that it shattered everything it

a move, the former saw through

dissipate Jokovich’s Pryncyp

more impressively, Jokovich fought with both hands while Vassily was short

Vassily made use of his speed and rendered Jokovich’s

constant pursuit, Vassily was only slightly out of breath from expending too much spiritual