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.

vast wilderness beyond the one hundred and eight villages was filled with countless

these beasts went on a rampage, regardless of the scale, the villages on the

the center,

envoys would collectively

to the envoys, each village was like a nail firmly driven into

outside their boundaries would

willingly wait for death in

sound echoed through the air. Jonathan looked up to see the same demonic bird which had brought the Yannopolis envoy 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.

now his opportunity was forcefully severed by Clinton, who had always been

could he

looked at Greyson, who was in a daze with his bowstring still drawn taut. He let out a long sigh

too late; the bird has

“Huh?”

moment Greyson finally realized it was over and slowly released the tension

Mr. Yorksland

a move against

finished… Mountain Village is

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

villagers who witnessed Clinton’s actions slowly

had always been an indomitable force that was impossible