The Legendary Man

Buzz…

A soft buzz pierced the air right when Ivanov’s two Great Pryncyps neared the blood ritual.

Two dried-up hands reached out of the arcane array and stopped Great Pryncyp’s attack easily.

The collision between Great Pryncyp caused them to scatter in the air and produced a powerful shockwave that rippled in all directions. However, the shockwave was contained within a certain range by an unseen force.

“It’s a Divine Realm cultivator,” Ivanov said as he stared at the blood ritual that appeared out of nowhere warily.

Within in, two elderly men stepped out.

The first elderly man was wrinkly and looked like a dried corpse. There seemed to be no flesh on his body, and he was a horrifying sight.

Behind him was a middle-aged man with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Both men’s features and auras differed from each other greatly.

The only similarity that they shared was the dangerous air that they gave off.

Both men were in Divine Realm!

The fragments of the blood ritual glowed and shattered, vanishing into the air.

The middle-aged man took out the cigarette from his mouth. “Ashton, what happened?” he demanded, sounding displeased. “Don’t you know how rare a blood talisman is? We were dozens of miles away and would arrive soon. You should’ve just stalled for time for a little more. Why couldn’t you do that?”

Ashton dared not refute his words. He put his hands before his chest and greeted the elderly men respectfully.

“Sir, I wanted to do that, but you saw that we weren’t able to stall for time,” he replied meekly.

“Nonsense!” the middle-aged man cursed.

He was about to continue when the other skinnier elderly man rasped out, “That’s enough. I trust Ashton. If they weren’t in danger, he wouldn’t waste a blood talisman to teleport us here.”

every syllable out of his throat, and

wasn’t it?” inquired the elderly man, as his aura locked onto Ivanov, who was standing across from him, rendering the

cultivator who was a middle-aged man spat out his cigarette. He gathered his Great Pryncyp, ready

of emotions

Quintus was the only Divine Realm cultivator from the Leeson family who took

bold enough to send their troops to Chanaea was

the majority of cultivators beyond the Grandmaster Realm belonged to the eight respectable families

Divine Realm were scarce in the

into three Divine Realm cultivators who came from the same

I stirred a Divine

homing in on himself, he gathered

here in this small world, so there’s no need for us to

Pryncyps of Rule, Ivanov’s Pryncyp was

he knew he wasn’t a match for three Divine

bring himself to

out was

world would go

other forces interfered, the Leeson family would inevitably become the center of the conflict

he could take the opportunity to sneak into the small world amidst the

intention of gaining personal experience, but the energy fluctuations coming from within indicated that the internal space of

in unique formations. It was possible for some people to enter the space and search for three days, but still fail to find anything, while others could simply take one step

of destiny was uncertain and

leading to this small world was still open, everything was

knew he had to

were, the more chances he would

had been in a position of power for an extended period, making him a shrewd individual. However, the Leesons were

Ivanov’s plan as

still thinking about the treasures within the small world, huh? You have a death wish!” the middle-aged