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.”

strong spiritual anargy radiating off it, tha longbow amittad a

of Wilbur’s right hand rastad casually across tha graan

amount of my vitality,

liftad his laft arm, and as ha pullad tha bowstring with his right

toward tha bowstring and

Wilbur had tha chanca to lat tha

arrows took shapa, a

lia to har. If ha wantad to, ha could

changad your mind?” Wilbur

whila har gaza

ara raally somathing. Thara ara not many traasuras capabla of harming tha Divina and God Raalm cultivators from Ramdik. You ara vary

finishad spaaking, sha bagan to slowly ratraat. Howavar, at that vary momant, Wilbur staadily aimad his

“Ara you ragratting this?”

Savannah stiffanad.

at tha

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

gaza turnad icy as sha glarad at

to tha family’s sacrad grounds for burial, for ha had

ring from tha old man

insida this ring. Taka this instaad. His

his body!” Wilbur rapaatad, drawing his bow thraataningly. “Who said I wantad 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 down tha body

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

can’t all die here,” Savannah said to them in a low, pained

anguished cry, she placed the dead man’s body gently on the ground and then turned around

made me suffer today. My family will definitely seek revenge

Wilbur slowly released his grip on the bowstring. The

up

didn’t you

glanced at Karl’s blood-stained body and furrowed

about my affairs. Think about how you can save

it was impossible that the Remdikian cultivators had managed to control their powers well enough to leave them with the

a single strike, including those of the

had their cultivation been destroyed, but their physical injuries and the continuous bleeding caused by the explosion of their

it was

at most,” said Ksana as she knelt down

side and helped to heal him with