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The Legendary Man Chapter 795

The Legendary Man Chapter 795-“Cover your face!”

Kaga threw a magical handkerchief at Jonathan’s face.

Jonathan’s identity was too special. He had caused such a huge incident back at Springwyn. The detonation of the special missile alone had caused hundreds of thousands of people to lose their lives and affected over a million people.

After such a catastrophic event, the three other God-Kings in the West Region, except for Amiel whose whereabouts were unknown, had all made their moves.

Jonathan had become everyone’s enemy.

If he was recognized by someone right then, their lives might be in jeopardy.

However, Jonathan was unfazed.

As the spiritual energy in his hand flowed, Jonathan reached out to remove the handkerchief and handed it back to Kaga.

Jonathan looked at the elderly man and turned his hand to keep the dagger.

“Sir, your physical energy has targeted me the moment I showed up here. Why? Do you know me?”

“You’re the famous Asura. How could I not know you?”

The old man sat up, and his loose, flabby body gave the impression that he had no spiritual energy at all.

However, Jonathan had not been fooled by what met his eyes. He could sense a perilous aura coming off of the man.

This elderly man’s cultivation level is higher than mine.

In just a moment, Jonathan withdrew his spiritual sense and summoned the strange bronze handbell with a flick of his hand. He was ready to shield the two individuals beside him at the slightest hint of danger.

As Jonathan’s mask had shattered, he could directly sense the elderly man’s dangerous aura.

However, Hossom’s spiritual sense was blocked by the black mask he wore, and he could not perceive any danger.

“Old man, how dare you—”

Hossom needed to vent, as he was devastated by the sight of the sprawling magical items from before.

However, before he could finish his sentence, his body was immobilized by a formidable spiritual energy.

It was a spiritual energy force field.

Jonathan completely sealed Hossom’s body and forcefully dragged and shielded the latter behind himself.

In just a fraction of a second, Jonathan had already sensed that the elderly man’s physical energy was targeting Hossom.

Hossom was surely no match for a cultivator whose cultivation level was above Jonathan. Moreover, since the elderly man managed to recognize him, Jonathan reckoned that he was no ordinary cultivator either.

After a moment of hesitation, Jonathan put his hands before his chest and greeted the elderly man respectfully.

“Sir, since you have recognized me, then I no longer have anything to hide. I wonder what makes you bring me here?”

Kaga’s brows snapped together when she heard what Jonathan said.

This location was disclosed to her by her own informant. How was it possible that the elderly man had led Jonathan here? Kaga couldn’t help but doubt her informant.

Right then, Jonathan was already chatting with the elderly man, and Kaga didn’t think it was right to intervene. Hence, she could only dismiss her doubts.

Underneath the banyan tree, the elderly man slowly rose to his feet.

“Jonathan, I’ve waited for you for almost a day. If you hadn’t shown up, I would’ve had to go and find you myself,” the elderly man uttered with a yawn. “Didn’t you want to burn down Bazar Temple? Well, whether you’ll succeed or not depends on your performance today.”

The expressions of Jonathan and the other two changed drastically as soon as they heard him.

Jonathan and Hossom were afraid that others might find out about their plan.

As for Kaga, she didn’t expect that Jonathan would even consider doing something that crazy.

“You’ve gone crazy, Jonathan!”

At that point, Kaga couldn’t care less about anything else and shouted at him, “Did you want to buy the talismans today because of that? You’re pushing us into a death trap.”

“Keep your voice down!” Hossom said as he tugged at Kaga.

If their plan was revealed, the people nearby alone could have ripped them to shreds.

Jonathan glanced at the two anxious individuals and reassured them, “Don’t worry. If I’m not mistaken, we’re currently within the elderly man’s force field, and those outside of it shouldn’t be able to hear us.”

Both Hossom and Kaga cast incredulous looks at the elderly man right then.

Jonathan was not talking about the spiritual energy force field.

At most, a spiritual energy force field could only trap the nearby spiritual energy, forming a relatively enclosed environment. However, it would not be able to stop the transmission of sound.

Only a Pryncyp force field was able to do so.

That could only mean that the elderly man had attained Divine Realm!

He was one of the God-Kings.

Hossom and Kaga subconsciously got into a defensive stance right when they realized who the elderly man might be.

However, they soon relaxed and let down their guard.

After all, in the face of a God-King, their defense would be absolutely meaningless.

Jonathan’s eyes were filled with tension as he gave the elderly man before him a once-over.

“Sir, how do you know about my plan?”

“You don’t need to doubt the two individuals standing beside you,” the elderly man replied as he looked at Hossom and Kaga.

“After coming out of Springwyn, I’ve been watching your every move. Even though I am neither omnipotent nor omniscient, I do have the means to find out about these things,” the elderly man said with a chuckle.

“After coming out of Springwyn, I’ve been watching your every move. Even though I am neither omnipotent nor omniscient, I do have the means to find out about these things,” the elderly man said with a chuckle.

“I know you need talismans. Here, take these. You can torch the whole Bazar Temple with these.”

The elderly man threw out a bundle of talismans.

Jonathan scanned the bundle with his spiritual sense and realized there were at least three thousand pieces.

If he were able to craft all the talismans, he would be able to draw at least a few hundred of them.

Those were talismans created using spiritual energy. Even God Realm cultivators would not be able to put out the fire if he were to detonate hundreds of them simultaneously.

Jonathan’s lips twitched as he watched the talismans scattered across the floor before turning to look at the elderly man.

Is he really the God-King of the West Region? Why does it seem like he is eager for me to burn Bazar Temple to the ground?

According to Jonathan’s previous estimation, a hundred talismans would have sufficed.

As long as he could draw at least twenty or thirty out of the hundred, he could disrupt the defense of Bazar Temple and create a window of opportunity for himself.

However, the elderly man had given him over three thousand talismans instead.

Hence, Jonathan cast a befuddled look at the elderly man.

“Sir, I am truly grateful for your assistance. If there is anything I can do to repay your kindness, please don’t hesitate to let me know. I am willing to go to great lengths to fulfill any request you may have,” Jonathan said.

The elderly man burst out laughing at his words.

“Ha! You’re quite interesting, brat. You’re not afraid at all even after finding out I’ve been keeping an eye on you. And now you’re even sweet-talking in front of me,” the elderly man said.

As he talked, he pointed at the steel cage before him.

“What I want you to do is really simple. Take this girl to the statue of Seboxia at Bazar Temple.”

Jonathan turned to look at the little girl who was in deep slumber.

“Is that all?”

“Yes,” said the elderly man cheerfully.

“Tomorrow, when you guys make a move, I will help you out by restraining the divine messengers. All you need to do is bring the girl to the Seboxia statue. Of course, you may choose to decline this request,” the elderly man uttered. “Well, as long as you are able to withstand the consequences of rejecting me.”

The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
Four years ago, he left mysteriously on the night of their wedding. As a result, he was despised by his family. Now, four years has passed, and he triumphantly returns to her as the greatest warrior.    

Chapter 1 The Return Of Asura

At Northern Crimson Prison located in Sanguine Desert, wind and sand swirled in the air, seemingly intent on submerging the entire prison. The prison confined the most sadistic murderers in the world, including serial killers who were the world's most wanted fugitives. That aside, the Rainy Night Butcher who had slaughtered a family of more than a dozen people and top-notch hackers who had infiltrated the Sanctum were also imprisoned there. Furthermore, the prison incarcerated the world's top killer who had failed to assassinate the leader of a particular country but annihilated more than a dozen special forces before going on the lam. Each and every single criminal imprisoned there had the blood of at least a dozen lives on their hands. Thus, their hands and legs were manacled with heavy iron chains. In front of their prison cells were fully armed guards who kept watch 24/7. The security was so tight that not even a fly could escape. However, there was an exception. The man seemingly never killed anyone and hadn't the slightest hint of murderous aura. In fact, it appeared as though he had been imprisoned there by mistake. There were no chains on his hands or feet, and he wasn't even wearing a prison uniform. No one knew his name, much less why he was being locked up in the prison. All they knew was that he came to Northern Crimson Prison alone a year ago without the escort of any guards. And surprisingly, the look in the eyes of the prison guards when they regarded him showed a faint trace of reverence. Bang! Bang! Bang! A prison guard holding a tray in his hand knocked on the man's prison door. “Mr. Goldstein, I'm here to deliver your meal!” “Okay. Just put it down.” The man didn't even bother to lift his head as he toyed with a Desert Eagle in his hands. In less than a minute, he had already disassembled the Desert Eagle and reassembled it perfectly. The speed of his hands was so swift that it would be nigh on impossible for even military personnel to trump him. “It's your last day here at Northern Crimson Prison, Mr. Goldstein!” The prison guard put the tray down, but he didn't leave. “It's been a year?” At long last, the man raised his head and revealed his countenance. He appeared to be very young, merely in his twenties. He wasn't fair but a touch tanned. The only intimidating thing about him was his eyes. They were sharp like blades, cold and devoid of emotion. The prison guard nodded slightly. “Yeah! The warden is already on his way back from abroad and will land in an hour.” “Why is he coming?” The man arched his eyebrow a fraction. “He's coming specially to see you off.” The warden of Northern Crimson Prison had been helming the place for decades, but he had never seen anyone off. At Northern Crimson Prison, he had a godlike existence and reigned supreme. No one dared to contradict him, let alone defy him. Yet, he was currently rushing back from abroad just to see the man off. The man sneered, his gaze cutting. “Hah! See me off, my foot! I think he wants to see me leave this place with his own eyes! As long as I'm at Northern Crimson Prison, he has no peace of mind! Tell him that he doesn't need to come and see me if he takes more than half an hour. Instead, just go back where he came from!” After saying that, he waved a dismissive hand and no longer paid the prison guard any mind. “Understood, Mr. Goldstein!” Lowering his head, the prison guard then left. A brief moment later, the man finally put down the Desert Eagle in his hands. His gaze turned a tad unfocused. “Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed. It seems that it's also time for me to leave this hellish place!” Half an hour later, a middle-aged man in military fatigues strode toward the prison right on the dot. The moment he stepped into the prison, the raucous place instantly plunged into silence. Not a single sound could be heard any longer. The inmates, who were usually violent and savage, acted as though they saw something terrifying at the sight of him. They were so petrified that they didn't even dare twitch a single muscle. And that person was none other than the warden of Northern Crimson Prison! Right that moment, he was cautiously knocking on the door of Cell No. 0. “I'm not late, am I, Mr. Goldstein?” The warden stood outside the door, not daring to enter without permission. “You're a second late.” The man known as Mr. Goldstein placidly glanced at him before waving a hand and drawling, “Come in.” “Right away, Mr. Goldstein!” The warden gingerly pushed the door open and walked in. “How did you find it here for the past year, Mr. Goldstein?” “Passable.” In a mild voice, the man expounded, “The food has been pretty good, but it has been too boring without a woman! How nauseating to be with a group of men day in and day out!” “As you know, Mr. Goldstein, no woman is allowed in this prison...” The warden wore an aggrieved expression. This is a prison, not a clubhouse! As such, what would it look like to smuggle in a few women? “Okay, drop that pitiful act!” The man threw him an impatient look. “Is it time yet?” “Yes!” Nodding, the warden declared, “You should be leaving, Mr. Goldstein!” “Let's leave, then!” No sooner had the man raised a hand than the warden immediately stepped forward and helped him up from the ground. “Mr. Goldstein, have you found the item you've been looking for in the past year?”

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