The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 1172-Seboxia founded Seboxiasm, and one of its teachings was to refrain from anger.

That was proof of how seriously Seboxia took the virtue of patience.

Thus, the extent of Seboxia’s rage became evident when even a person like him began spewing profanities.

Seboxia was targeted by Heavenly Pryncyp for having invoked massive amounts of Pryncyp of Life during his duel with Ivanov. Given no other alternative, he was forced to hibernate.

To his surprise, he awoke to find himself in such a place.

Though Seboxia had never seen the actual formation around him, he had read about it in the ancient scrolls of the West Region.

According to the text, the Demon Zeal Formation was created to seal away demigods and required the sacrifice of innumerable lives.

It was thus powerful enough to keep spiritual sense, spiritual energy, and Pryncyps outside.

The amount of willpower required for such a feat was unfathomable.

A corporeal monk clad in white robes appeared above the ripples of the Demon Zeal Formation before Jonathan. It was Seboxia in his human form.

“You can come outside?”

Jonathan gaped as Seboxia took form.

Seboxia held prayer beads in his hand. His gaze was inscrutably calm.

“The Demon Zeal Formation is the most powerful formation of antiquity. It requires the blood essence of many to become part of it and is used to block Heavenly Pryncyp, spiritual energy, and essence in all things. In here, Heavenly Pryncyp cannot detect my presence.”

As Seboxia spoke, he gazed up toward the stone cage suspended from the heart of the stone lotus.

capable

raised the bronze handbell and leaped aside to take cover. Only after

Seboxia, who did not seem fazed by the overwhelming pressure. With his hands clasped together before his chest, he stood resolutely on the formation with the

long you’ve been imprisoned, we must be the only two people you’ve met since you were shut

his eyes firmly fixed on the dark shadow in the stone cage, Seboxia addressed

Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique in Jonathan’s possession had been passed down from antiquity—close to ten

powerful as Fehohr did

that the fellow imprisoned here must have been

of the lives given for the formation,

Realm could neither be defeated nor killed. That must be the reason why so many were compelled to sacrifice their lives to trap him there and kill

depths of the stone cage, a pair of gleaming, crimson eyes were fixed on Seboxia

cage, a skeletal claw reached out without warning and swiped at Seboxia, who was standing a hundred meters

fated to meet,

raised his arm, and

Boom!

dull thud, the spiritual energy of

had crushed the terrifying claw

the bones below, you appear to have been sealed here for three thousand years, at least. Your powers were that of a demigod before, but after three millennia of torment, how much do you have left? I’d hazard a guess that as your cultivation level plummets, the time

cage in the cave, the pair of huge, crimson

seconds, they closed

depths of the stone cage,

out to be

you bring me out of

from between the gap of the railing and landed lightly on the edge of

“D*mn!”

robes staring at him, Jonathan turned to run like a cat who had

its egg. Where