The Legendary Man

A smile was playing on Jonathan’s lips as though he was chatting with an old friend, and he looked relaxed and casual.

The more he acted that way, the more the villagers regarded him as a monster.

The cultivator who Jonathan had pinned to the ground earlier was consumed by fear.

From the moment he was born, he was an elite presence in that world.

His position might be a lowly guard in Yannopolis, but upon leaving the city limits, the hundred-and-eight villages treated him like a God.

All those years, he continuously wandered from one village to the next.

Regardless of where he was, he had absolute dignity. He could kill any villagers who treated him with even the slightest disrespect, let alone disobeyed him.

He never thought he would end up in such a pitiful state.

Fear engulfed him at Jonathan’s cheery expression.

His body quaked, and he lost control over his bladder and bowel movements as he looked up at Jonathan with reverence.

“I’m sorry, sir… I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I’m only asking you to please spare my life—”

Crack!

Before he could finish his plea, Jonathan had stomped on his knee with a smile.

“I already said that you’re to answer me only when I asked a question. Have I started asking?”

at the

confession was a skill and knowledge in itself. Regardless if the technique used was gentle or harsh, the final goal

would Jonathan believe the cultivator’s

eyes were filled with despair, yet he didn’t dare to

Jonathan demanded,

worthy of a last

job at Yannopolis?”

from the villages. I

of the lowest rank has this level of

questioning, “How many soldiers are there in Yannopolis? Who’s the

and the surrounding villagers of Mountain Village all perked up their ears to

“I don’t know.”

that answer from the

in Jonathan’s hand plunged into the slab between the cultivator’s

you playing games with me? You’re a soldier of Yannopolis, so how is it possible that you don’t know how many soldiers are in Yannopolis? I’ll cut

immediately shook his

from a village in the northern region along the border, Leeven Village. Ten years ago, I was taken from there and sent to the southern region of Outer

by the cultivator’s words and turned to look at Greyson, who knelt not far away. He

is this person

heard Jonathan call his name and immediately shot to

was one thing he said that was true. From time to time, Yannopolis will dispatch an envoy to each village to recruit a few lucky Grandmasters in the absolute phase. I heard the Grandmasters are taken to Yannopolis for intensive training. However, no one knows if that’s true since these Grandmasters never show up again once they

envoy will recruit cultivators from both regions, then exchange them via a portal formation in the Outer City. Once achieving a breakthrough to God Realm, they’ll be assigned as guards

gist of Yannopolis’ organizational structure formed

revenge against the latter once they become cultivators themselves. This kind of oppression will foster vengeance in every new envoy. It’s an endless loop. The authority in Yannopolis doesn’t even need to make a decree. The envoys from the northern and southern regions can form an oppressive environment among the hundred and eight villages, preventing

at Seboxia with a grave