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The Legendary Man Chapter 796

The Legendary Man Chapter 796-Jonathan felt his head throb after hearing what the elderly man said.

To refuse the request of a God Realm cultivator is no different from signing one’s death warrant. Why couldn’t he just tell me that it’s non-negotiable? What’s the point of beating around the bush?

Despite how unhappy Jonathan was, he didn’t dare show it on his face.

In actuality, he forgot how he had left Lauryn and Hossom with no choice as well.

That was simply the mindset of formidable individuals.

They would give you the freedom of choice, but there would only be one option to choose from.

The elderly man chuckled when he saw the reluctant expression on Jonathan’s face.

“Don’t fight it. I will tell you where Bazar Temple is located. You can own all of those items as long as you have what it takes,” he said while gently tapping on Jonathan’s forehead.

The next thing Jonathan knew, a message had appeared inside his head: The direction Seboxia’s finger is pointing at.

That message was short and simple, and yet, it shocked Jonathan to the core.

What exactly is this elderly man’s Pryncyp? How is he able to enter other people’s minds and leave messages like that? Wouldn’t that mean he has the ability to go through the memories of others?

As though it was a reflex action, Jonathan activated his incomplete Pryncyp of Slaughter and spread it out around him.

When he opened his eyes, however, all he saw was a huge fig tree in front of him. The elderly man was nowhere in sight.

Hossom walked up to him and said with a frown, “Mr. Goldstein, Bazar Temple is clearly a trap. I think we should just leave.”

Jonathan glared coldly at Hossom as he asked, “Leave? And go where? They knew everything we were talking about last night. Do you really think we can escape if they wanted us dead?”

Jonathan shifted his gaze toward the girl who was still curled up sleeping in the metal cage’s corner behind him as he continued, “This elderly man is different from Amiel. He has a complete Pryncyp and uses attacks that even I can’t understand, let alone defend against. We have no choice but to stick to the plan while seeking an opportunity to make an escape.”

He then turned to look at Kaga, who was standing next to them.

I’ve been having this strange feeling ever since I found Kaga. She led me straight to that elderly man after bringing me here. Could she have something to do with all this? Judging by her reaction, however, she doesn’t look like she knows anything. Besides, we’re up against people who have reached God Realm. They wouldn’t have to go this far just to find me. They could’ve just threatened me into submission with the use of force.

Kaga’s expression was solemn as she looked at Jonathan and said, “I’ll investigate that elderly man as soon as I get back. If he really is a God-King, then there is nothing my organization can do.”

Jonathan simply nodded slightly in acknowledgment without saying a word.

The three of them then left the exchange center using the portal formation, while the girl who wore a sack followed beside Jonathan.

He couldn’t store living beings in the storage ring, so he had no choice but to let her walk with them.

While he did receive a lot of attention from passers-by as he held the metal chain attached to the girl, nobody approached them to ask about the girl.

After all, there were lots of different religions in the West Region, each with its own unique practices.

After arriving at the hotel, Hossom booked himself another room and let Jonathan and the girl use the double room he had previously booked.

Of course, he didn’t do so to let Jonathan take advantage of the girl.

It was simply too dangerous to leave the girl unattended.

Jonathan had tried unlocking the chain to release the girl back at the exchange center. However, the girl lunged at him and tried to bite his throat when he reached out to touch her.

Her cultivation level was in the advanced phase of God Realm, and she was attacking him with the ferocity of a rabid beast. Fortunately, Jonathan had a ton of tricks up his sleeves and was able to survive her attack.

He later realized that a cultivator could control the girl using a small amount of spiritual energy if they held on to the chain.

Even so, Hossom chose to keep his distance from her as he believed it would grant him peace of mind.

Little did he know, both his and Jonathan’s fate were already bound together the moment the Divine Realm cultivators showed up.

Inside the hotel room, Jonathan let the girl sleep on the carpet while he held on to the chain with one hand and scribbled on the talismans with the other.

Jonathan had initially wanted to draw talismans for fireball spells, which were of the lowest level.

After all, such talismans had the highest rate of success, which would greatly increase their usability.

Jonathan had that plan in mind because he didn’t think he would find a lot of talismans, but the elderly man ended up giving him three thousand talismans, so he could use them however he liked.

Jonathan had that plan in mind because he didn’t think he would find a lot of talismans, but the elderly man ended up giving him three thousand talismans, so he could use them however he liked.

The talisman on the table began gathering spiritual energy shortly after being activated.

After reaching a certain point, it exploded into a huge ball of fire.

Bang!

Jonathan slightly clenched his right hand as he chanted, “Soul seal!”

A cluster of pure spiritual energy took form and enveloped the fireball until it was completely extinguished.

The spiritual energy felt like a warm breeze as it dispersed in the room, leaving no traces whatsoever.

Jonathan had drawn three hundred talismans at that point, but none of them worked successfully.

Initially, he even thought about drawing some high-level explosive talismans but gave up after failing over a hundred times.

He then tried drawing low-level fireball talismans instead, only to be defeated by the harsh reality yet again.

According to the records of Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, even an individual with no prior knowledge of talismans would have a ten percent chance of success in creating fireball talismans of the lowest level.

Jonathan, however, had yet to succeed in creating a single one even after more than a hundred and eighty failed attempts.

Despite his usual calm and patient demeanor, he lost his patience and exclaimed in frustration, “F*ck! Am I really that incapable?”

He then used his spiritual energy to bring a talisman toward him and scribbled the spell for a fireball talisman on it, only to have it go up in flames again.

He then quickly reached his hand out and clenched his fist to extinguish the flames with spiritual energy.

Following that, he pulled out a new talisman and was about to try drawing another one when something tugged on the chain in his left hand, pulling him off balance.

“Hey! Where are you going?” he shouted while the girl dragged him toward the window.

The girl simply stood next to the window and fixed her gaze on a window dozens of meters away from theirs.

As Jonathan followed her gaze, he saw the lights go off in one of the windows in the distance.

A vicious glint formed in his eyes when he tried to investigate it using spiritual sense.

Huh… I can’t see what’s inside that room because it is protected by an arcane array…

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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