The Legendary Man

The theft of both the Soul Calming Gong and the Divine Whip was a matter of utmost gravity.

Such an incident had never occurred before since the establishment of the prison in Yannopolis’ Outer City.

That very night, teams of cultivators clad in armor arrived at the prison cell.

The underground prison of Yannopolis’ Outer City had never been this lively.

There was an envoy standing guard outside every prison cell.

The flickering torches illuminated the otherwise dark and gloomy cells.

Among the muscular cultivators, a tall young man clad in a loose robe stepped out.

In a world that idolized muscular men, this slender man would have typically faced ostracism. However, the surrounding cultivators regarded him with respect and admiration.

Clearly, he was their leader.

The man clumsily made his way toward the remains of the prison guard.

After glancing at the bug corpses scattered on the ground, he began chugging from a bottle of wine.

Jonathan frowned. He had seen people like this in the outside world.

From an outsider’s perspective, the man appeared to be nothing more than a mere alcoholic. Despite his disheveled appearance and dependence on alcohol, he possessed a commanding presence that could control the armored cultivators of the Outer City.

The respect and cautiousness displayed by the surrounding cultivators affirmed his reputation as a heartless and resolute individual.

After finishing the alcohol, the man shook the empty bottle and burped in satisfaction.

“The prison guard was devoured by bugs, so the culprit must be a descendant of the witch race. Who did this?”

gesture. As if responding to an invisible command, the sturdy bars of the cell

the man’s voice slurred slightly as he spoke slowly. “You…

“Be honest with me. Why

be free,” Stellario replied

a prisoner manages to win thirty consecutive fights, they

nodded. “Yes, there is such a rule.

three storage bags lying on the ground and responded, “When I told him I

quickly squatted down

deceased owners and didn’t mark the bags with their spiritual senses. As a result, the bags

examined the stolen storage bags using his spiritual sense, confirming the contents within. However, upon discovering that the bags did not contain anything

wonder you can’t even afford to bribe a

his feet, the man held

the man gripped Stellario’s right hand with

dagger came to a stop an inch before the man’s belly. No matter how much force Stellario exerted, he failed to stab the dagger into the man’s

appeared underneath Stellario’s skin, indicating that the parasites were

when Jonathan thought he would see the man getting devoured by a

tightly gripped Stellario’s wrist, crushing his

needed his spiritual energy to activate the parasites. With the energy field blocked, the parasites in Stellario’s body ceased their hatching

was, Stellario was using his body to feed the parasites. He relied on his spiritual energy to isolate and suppress them, but with his energy field sealed off, he was unable to maintain control. If the seal remained

to the devastating backlash of

when that day finally arrived, an overwhelming

fair that you offer me an equivalent

burst out chuckling before shoving Stellario

from the suppression, Stellario finally regained control of his

a cross-legged position on the ground, channeling his spiritual energy to deal with the hatching parasites within

one, small black parasites, no bigger than grains, crawled out of Stellario’s body, their numbers

would feed on his blood essence, posing a grave threat to his well-being if they weren’t expelled from his