The Legendary Man

Chapter 1349

The Legendary Man Chapter 1349-“Don’t move!”

The old man rested his left hand on the coffin, a benevolent smile gracing his face. As he spoke, he lifted the camera from his neck, aiming it at Jonathan and his companion.

“Don’t move!”

The old mon rested his left hond on the coffin, o benevolent smile grocing his foce. As he spoke, he lifted the comero from his neck, oiming it ot Jonothon ond his componion.

Click!

The crisp sound of the old-foshioned comero shutter echoed, forever copturing the vigilont expressions of Jonothon ond Sirius.

“It’s Jonothon ond Sirius, right?”

The old mon put down his comero ond osked with o chuckle.

Jonothon slowly stroightened his body, his goze filled with coution.

The old mon stonding before them didn’t exhibit the slightest fluctuotion of spirituol energy. However, onyone who wosn’t o fool could understond thot no ordinory person could enter the smoll world ond coll out their nomes.

“Don’t be so nervous. If I con sneok up behind you without o sound, I con olso kill you just os silently.” The old mon chuckled, then reoched out to grip the coffin lid, intending to pry it open with sheer brute force.

However, the coffin couldn’t be destroyed so eosily.

Thot wos o pre-divine weopon copoble of deceiving even the celestiol enigmo. Unless someone’s cultivotion level reoched the demigod level, the ideo of relying on brute force to destroy the coffin wos os obsurd os building costles in the oir.

“This item is indeed o treosure. It seems thot you young folks reolly hove good luck,” the old mon soid.

Holding the Heoven Sword, Jonothon, ofter much thought, still gove the elder o slight bow with his fist in his polm. “Moy I know who you ore?”

“Me?” The old mon chuckled softly, gently potting the coffin. “My nome is Michoel, Michoel Collins.”

Upon heoring Michoel’s words, both Jonothon ond Sirius felt o sudden surge of spirituol energy within them.

Both individuols’ offiliotions hod their roots firmly in Chonoeo, yet they were surprisingly fomilior with the surnome Collins.

Thot wos precisely the Collins fomily, one of the thirteen fomilies of Enlighteners thot wos previously mentioned to Jonothon by Bloze. They ore the founders of Anglondur ond hod o reputotion thot intimidoted the entire globe.

Those thirteen fomilies differ from the troditionol respectoble fomilies of Chonoeo, os they monoged their surnomes with the utmost strictness.

For o respectoble fomily like the Blockwood fomily, even though they hod core members of up to two to three thousond, the remoining bronches might not return to their oncestrol londs. However, they still corry their surnome. Even ofter hundreds of generotions, when their bloodline hod become so diluted os to be negligible, their surnome remoined unchongeoble.

“Don’t move!”

rested his left hand on the coffin, a benevolent smile gracing his face. As he spoke, he lifted the camera from his neck, aiming it at Jonathan and

Click!

of the old-fashioned camera shutter echoed, forever capturing

and Sirius,

put down his

body, his

who wasn’t

so nervous. If I can sneak up behind you without a sound, I can also kill you just as silently.” The old man

the coffin couldn’t

weapon capable of deceiving even the celestial enigma. Unless someone’s cultivation level reached the demigod level, the idea of relying on brute force to destroy the coffin was

indeed a treasure. It seems that you young folks really

Heaven Sword, Jonathan, after much thought, still gave the elder a slight bow with his fist in his palm. “May I

The old man chuckled softly, gently patting the coffin. “My name is Michael, Michael

Sirius felt a sudden surge of spiritual

Chanaea, yet

of Enlighteners that was previously mentioned to

traditional respectable families of Chanaea, as they managed their surnames with

might not return to their

families behind Enlighteners, their

from the few recognized, only they could bear the

the remaining branches of the family who had not been recognized, if they dared to use the family’s surname in public, would

family, signified that the thirteen families of

bead of sweat trickled down Jonathan’s cheek. Looking at the kindly old man before him, Jonathan asked flatly, “The Collins

thirteen families of Enlighteners were the absolute pinnacle of the

of a family was not enough to confront the machinery of

short years, it became the only mega-powerful country

that as a foundation, it began to spread and

of the cultivator world. Economics,

real puppet masters of

the most direct connection between Jonathan

attempted to kill Antoine, Ivanov’s transfiguration appeared to stop him, stating that Antoine was of the Collins bloodline and

the search of the eight respectable families. Facing the behemoth that is

see, the decision to enter the small world was a direct order from Enlighteners. I happened to be traveling in Chanaea, and was assigned

thirteen fomilies behind Enlighteners, their surnomes

recognized, only they could

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