The Legendary Man

To the prison guard, Stellario’s hostility felt like a thorn that pierced through his heart.

Most of the cultivators who were imprisoned were rebels who were dissatisfied with Yannopolis’ rule.

It was just that their fervor for resistance was doused by the long-term torment they suffered.

The emergence of new blood to lead them reignited the indignance within their hearts.

One by one, they trudged laboriously toward the prison bars, dragging their weak, painful bodies.

The listless look in their eyes was now replaced by one of burning rage.

Although the prison guard knew that the prisoners couldn’t break out of their cells to harm him, their predatorial stares still sent a chill down his spine.

The prisoners’ spiritual energy might have been exhausted, but all of them were, at the very least, a God Realm cultivator still.

With their aura still present, they continued to exude an air of dominance.

Now that their murderous intent was once again released after being sealed away for ages, the icy tension in the air would strike fear into anyone who shared the same space as they did.

“Mutiny! This is downright mutiny! D*mn it! Do all of you have a death wish?” the prison guard yelled at the top of his lungs.

Despite his loud voice, the prison guard’s fear didn’t go unnoticed by everyone.

In the cell opposite Jonathan’s, Marmount’s voice gradually rang out.

“What’s the point of living when we have lost our dignity? Even if we don’t resist, we’ll still die after being tortured by you.”

Crack!

As the crisp sound of the whip echoed out in the cell, Marmount was sent flying backward.

His lifeless body slumped to the ground after crashing into the wall.

Marmount and saw that the

and eating a bowl of cheap beef stew. Is that how a God Realm cultivator is supposed

whip rang out continuously, Marmount’s corpse was whipped into mush, as if

sound further intensified the tension within

concentration of murderous intent from countless prisoners might not be noticeable to an ordinary person, but the prison guard was so pressured by it that he found it

as he turned to

ending it. By killing the two of you, I’ll snuff out whatever hope they are

Crack!

was stopped and entangled by a ray of green light in front

Outer City’s formation could suppress all spiritual energy, Seboxia’s life force was

materialize, but there was no stopping him

“H-How is this possible?”

guard gaped

as he reached out to grab the whip and pulled

react, Stellario had already gotten a hold of his

Pfft!

of blood

specialist, had just injected the guard’s body with the parasites that he had cultivated in

Stellario slapped the guard’s mouth and channeled spiritual energy from his palm. The guard clutched his throat and stared at Stellario in horror as a surge of spiritual energy

lost?” Jonathan asked Stellario in

Stellario stared at the guard who had collapsed onto

at a crazy rate. Using only a little would allow it to strip a lot of it away from us. We’ll probably go mad here in

whip. Leaning against the prison bars, he stared at the two

than ten years, this was the first time his weapon was

that, the blood Stellario had spat into his mouth had been pushed down into his stomach by

vision, the guard could observe within

the burst of spiritual energy earlier, had

Retch!

began to

bell he was holding