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.

beyond the one hundred and eight villages

a rampage, regardless of the scale, the villages on

center, but Yannopolis gave a

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

envoys, each village was like a nail firmly driven into the ground of a specific spot in the

outside their boundaries

would willingly wait for death in

“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 the bone saber to cut

the bird back was his last means of escape, but now his opportunity was forcefully severed by Clinton, who had

could he

who was in a daze with his bowstring still drawn taut. He let out a long sigh and casually

late; the bird has already gone back to

“Huh?”

realized it was over and slowly released the tension on the

did Mr.

made a

Mountain

he know that attacking the envoy is a

Clinton’s actions slowly stood up, looking anxiously at the

always been an indomitable force that