The Legendary Man

Seboxia looked at Jonathan, his eyes filled with an expression that said, “I already knew it.”

“Jonathan, your ability to scheme makes you a perfect candidate for a great villain. I told you before. You represent the death of the Four Honored Pryncyps. I think you should lean more toward that direction,” Seboxia suggested.

Jonathan approached Seboxia with a cheerful smile, then whispered in his ear, “Seboxia, when it comes to scheming, I’m nothing compared to you. I’m just an ordinary cultivator trying to make it through this crazy game you and the other old monsters are playing. You guys are the real masters of manipulation who can easily manipulate events that span centuries. I’m not even close to your level.”

Clasping his hands together, Seboxia said, “So, Mr. Goldstein, are you saying you don’t trust me?”

Jonathan touched his nose and replied, “Let’s not pretend to be honest and upright individuals here. If what you say is true, then why did you ruin my Pryncyp?”

Seboxia looked at Jonathan calmly while the latter had a smile on his face.

The two cunning foxes, one old and one young, locked eyes with each other while remaining silent.

The villagers of Mountain Village still had their heads lowered and dared not lift their gazes.

Though they couldn’t understand the meaning behind Jonathan and Seboxia’s conversation, they could tell that the two held extraordinary identities.

Clinton, who was closest to them, was lost in deep thought.

Being the furthest village on the outskirts, Mountain Village faced greater dangers compared to the other one hundred and seven villages closer to the center.

hundred and eight

a rampage, regardless of the scale, the villages on the outskirts were the first to be

to move closer to the center,

large-scale migration attempts, Yannopolis’ envoys would collectively take action and massacre

each village was like a nail firmly driven into the ground

their boundaries would

cultivators, who would willingly wait for death

here returning. It swiftly descended from the high altitude and arrived in front of Jonathan and the others in the blink of an eye. The Yannopolis envoy on the ground threw a magical item in the form of a rope toward the bird, accurately looping it onto the bird’s claw. “Trying to escape?” Jonathan brandished his Heaven Sword, but before he could make a move, someone else had already made a dash for the bird. “Greyson, shoot!” A furious roar rang out in the air, startling everyone. Following a piercing scream, the bird quickly ascended and disappeared into the misty mountains in the distance. In the air, droplets of blood fell, landing on the faces of the villagers of Mountain Village. However, at this moment, nobody paid attention to that. The villagers’ gazes were all fixed on Clinton, who was standing in the middle. Panting heavily, Clinton stood in front of Jonathan, holding a terrifying large claw belonging to the demonic bird. It was Clinton who had dashed out earlier. He had used

of escape, but now his opportunity was forcefully severed by Clinton, who had

he

a daze with his bowstring still drawn taut. He let out a long sigh and

the bird has already gone back to report,”

“Huh?”

realized it was over and slowly released

did Mr. Yorksland

made a

Mountain Village

mad! Doesn’t he know that attacking the envoy is a clear sign of challenging

villagers who witnessed Clinton’s actions slowly stood up,

always been an indomitable force that was