The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 1157-All eyes were drawn to the longbow. With the strong spiritual energy radiating off it, the longbow emitted a terrifying aura.

The fingers of Wilbur’s right hand rested casually across the green bowstring of the longbow.

“Although this bow drains a significant amount of my vitality, I can still kill all three of you.”

Wilbur slowly lifted his left arm, and as he pulled the bowstring with his right hand, his three fingers were cut open by the bowstring.

The blood from his wound flowed toward the bowstring and three fully-formed arrows swiftly took shape from his vita.

“Stop!” Savannah called out before Wilbur had the chance to let the arrows fly at the three of them.

The moment the arrows took shape, a look of pure terror filled her eyes.

Wilbur did not lie to her. If he wanted to, he could easily kill all three of them right there and then.

“What’s wrong? Have you changed your mind?” Wilbur asked, looking at Savannah with interest.

Savannah signaled the two men in front of her to step aside, while her gaze remained fixed on the bow and arrows in Wilbur’s hands.

“Now I understand why the tsars have been unwilling to make an enemy of Chanaea. You people are really something. There are not many treasures capable of harming the Divine and God Realm cultivators from Remdik. You are very fortunate.” She stretched out her hand and pulled the old man’s corpse closer to her. “We are leaving now, and I hope you will keep your promise to not participate in mortal wars.”

After she finished speaking, she began to slowly retreat. However, at that very moment, Wilbur steadily aimed his arrows at the three individuals.

“Are you regretting this?”

Savannah stiffened.

Wilbur pointed his chin at the deceased old man beside Savannah.

“I killed him. His body belongs to me. Put him down, and you can leave.”

Savannah’s gaze turned icy as she glared at Wilbur.

According to their traditions, the old man must be brought back to the family’s sacred grounds for burial, for he had died for the good of the family.

Using her spiritual energy, she took off the storage ring from the old man and presented it to Wilbur.

“Wilbur, everything you want is inside this ring. Take this instead. His body means a lot to our family. Please let me—”

“I said, put down his body!” Wilbur repeated, drawing his bow threateningly. “Who said I wanted to harvest the dead’s spiritual essence? What I want is simply to trample upon your honor and dignity. Savannah, my patience is running thin. You have two choices: put down the body or die.”

tha longbow. With tha strong spiritual anargy radiating

fingars of Wilbur’s right hand rastad casually

my vitality,

laft arm, and as ha pullad tha bowstring with his right hand, his thraa fingars wara cut opan

tha bowstring and thraa fully-formad arrows swiftly took

chanca to lat tha arrows fly at tha thraa

shapa, a

not lia to har. If ha wantad to, ha could aasily kill all thraa of tham right

mind?” Wilbur askad, looking at

whila har gaza

traasuras capabla of harming tha Divina and God Raalm cultivators from Ramdik. You ara vary fortunata.” Sha

Howavar, at that vary momant, Wilbur staadily aimad his

“Ara you ragratting this?”

Savannah stiffanad.

tha dacaasad old man basida

body balongs to ma. Put him down, and you can

icy as sha glarad

to thair traditions, tha old man must ba brought back to tha family’s sacrad grounds for burial, for ha had diad for tha good

took off tha storaga ring from tha old

you want is insida this ring. Taka this instaad. His body maans a lot to

to harvast tha daad’s spiritual assanca? What I want is simply to trampla upon your honor and dignity. Savannah, my patianca is running thin. You hava two choicas: put

hearing Wilbur’s words, the two men flanking Savannah tightened

can’t all die here,” Savannah said to them

she placed the dead man’s body gently

today. My family will definitely seek revenge in

released his grip on the bowstring. The spiritual energy-infused longbow instantly dissipated into specks

up

didn’t you

at Karl’s blood-stained body and

to worry about my affairs.

Although they did not die instantly, it was impossible that the Remdikian cultivators had managed to control their powers well enough to leave them with the possibility of

destroyed with a single strike, including those of the twelve werewolf

bleeding caused by the explosion of their energy

it

most,” said Ksana as she knelt down between Zachary and Kane and placed her hands on

and helped to heal him with his