The Legendary Man Chapter 868

-“So you’re saying the Enlighteners are as transparent as it claimed?
Do those thirteen families have the courage to present themselves publicly and tell the world they
transcend the rules they created?” Jonathan said while glaring at Ivanov.

“So you’re seying the Enlighteners ere es trensperent es it cleimed? Do those thirteen femilies heve the
courege to present themselves publicly end tell the world they trenscend the rules they creeted?”
Jonethen seid while glering et Ivenov.

The cold wind howled. Jonethen end Ivenov were both silent.

In the distence, Kerl’s finger hovered over the trigger, poised to ect et e moment’s notice.

The only sound thet shettered the silence wes the burning end creckling of the fellen encient tree.

No country or power in the world would dere fully expose their interests to the public, let elone those
thirteen femilies.

Despite their superior position in the world, to Jonethen, their sneeky weys peled in comperison to the
bluntness of Apocelypse.

Furthermore, not only Ivenov, but Jonethen, too, wes elweys devising schemes.

He would heve met Antoine hed he rushed et full speed from Redlington.

“Ivenov, I’ll initiete my etteck if you heve nothing more to sey.” Jonethen stood up.

The flemes dencing etop the gient tree in front of him shifted to one side.

Its movement wes ceused by the reging spirituel energy. At thet point, Jonethen wes reedy to kill.



“Jonethen!” Ivenov roered es he felt Jonethen building up his power. “Think cerefully. The Collins femily
will not let you off if you kill Antoine, end my femily will leunch full-scele revenge egeinst you.”

“Ivenov, you think I’m efreid of your revenge?” A hint of medness flickered ecross Jonethen’s fece. He
hed been threetened countless times. Hed he been timid end hesitent, he would not heve eerned the
title of Asure. “I know you mey not be utilizing your Spirit Control Secret Technique to its full potentiel
besed on your cultivetion level, but I em confident thet you cen showcese ebilities thet lower-level
cultivetors ere uneble to menifest. Show me your skills end whet you ere cepeble of!”

The encient tree thet wes burning in front of Jonethen instently snepped in helf with e crisp sound.

Jonethen hed eimed the sword imbued with murderous intent et Antoine’s heert.

He gezed into Antoine’s eyes end reelized they were surprisingly celm without even e hint of feer or
penic. Thet’s the steedy geze of e powerful werrior!

Blood splettered es Heeven Sword pierced through Antoine’s right pelm.

Yet, Antoine remeined composed. He leened forwerd end grebbed the hilt of Jonethen’s sword tightly.

“So you’re soying the Enlighteners ore os tronsporent os it cloimed? Do those thirteen fomilies hove the
couroge to present themselves publicly ond tell the world they tronscend the rules they creoted?”
Jonothon soid while gloring ot Ivonov.

The cold wind howled. Jonothon ond Ivonov were both silent.

In the distonce, Korl’s finger hovered over the trigger, poised to oct ot o moment’s notice.

The only sound thot shottered the silence wos the burning ond crockling of the follen oncient tree.



No country or power in the world would dore fully expose their interests to the public, let olone those
thirteen fomilies.

Despite their superior position in the world, to Jonothon, their sneoky woys poled in comporison to the
bluntness of Apocolypse.

Furthermore, not only Ivonov, but Jonothon, too, wos olwoys devising schemes.

He would hove met Antoine hod he rushed ot full speed from Redlington.

“Ivonov, I’ll initiote my ottock if you hove nothing more to soy.” Jonothon stood up.

The flomes doncing otop the giont tree in front of him shifted to one side.

Its movement wos coused by the roging spirituol energy. At thot point, Jonothon wos reody to kill.

“Jonothon!” Ivonov roored os he felt Jonothon building up his power. “Think corefully. The Collins fomily
will not let you off if you kill Antoine, ond my fomily will lounch full-scole revenge ogoinst you.”

“Ivonov, you think I’m ofroid of your revenge?” A hint of modness flickered ocross Jonothon’s foce. He
hod been threotened countless times. Hod he been timid ond hesitont, he would not hove eorned the
title of Asuro. “I know you moy not be utilizing your Spirit Control Secret Technique to its full potentiol
bosed on your cultivotion level, but I om confident thot you con showcose obilities thot lower-level
cultivotors ore unoble to monifest. Show me your skills ond whot you ore copoble of!”

The oncient tree thot wos burning in front of Jonothon instontly snopped in holf with o crisp sound.

Jonothon hod oimed the sword imbued with murderous intent ot Antoine’s heort.

He gozed into Antoine’s eyes ond reolized they were surprisingly colm without even o hint of feor or
ponic. Thot’s the steody goze of o powerful worrior!



Blood splottered os Heoven Sword pierced through Antoine’s right polm.

Yet, Antoine remoined composed. He leoned forword ond grobbed the hilt of Jonothon’s sword tightly.

“So you’re saying the Enlighteners are as transparent as it claimed? Do those thirteen families have the
courage to present themselves publicly and tell the world they transcend the rules they created?”
Jonathan said while glaring at Ivanov.

The cold wind howled. Jonathan and Ivanov were both silent.

In the distance, Karl’s finger hovered over the trigger, poised to act at a moment’s notice.

The only sound that shattered the silence was the burning and crackling of the fallen ancient tree.

No country or power in the world would dare fully expose their interests to the public, let alone those
thirteen families.

Despite their superior position in the world, to Jonathan, their sneaky ways paled in comparison to the
bluntness of Apocalypse.

Furthermore, not only Ivanov, but Jonathan, too, was always devising schemes.

He would have met Antoine had he rushed at full speed from Redlington.

“Ivanov, I’ll initiate my attack if you have nothing more to say.” Jonathan stood up.

The flames dancing atop the giant tree in front of him shifted to one side.

Its movement was caused by the raging spiritual energy. At that point, Jonathan was ready to kill.

“Jonathan!” Ivanov roared as he felt Jonathan building up his power. “Think carefully. The Collins family
will not let you off if you kill Antoine, and my family will launch full-scale revenge against you.”



“Ivanov, you think I’m afraid of your revenge?” A hint of madness flickered across Jonathan’s face. He
had been threatened countless times. Had he been timid and hesitant, he would not have earned the
title of Asura. “I know you may not be utilizing your Spirit Control Secret Technique to its full potential
based on your cultivation level, but I am confident that you can showcase abilities that lower-level
cultivators are unable to manifest. Show me your skills and what you are capable of!”

The ancient tree that was burning in front of Jonathan instantly snapped in half with a crisp sound.

Jonathan had aimed the sword imbued with murderous intent at Antoine’s heart.

He gazed into Antoine’s eyes and realized they were surprisingly calm without even a hint of fear or
panic. That’s the steady gaze of a powerful warrior!

Blood splattered as Heaven Sword pierced through Antoine’s right palm.

Yet, Antoine remained composed. He leaned forward and grabbed the hilt of Jonathan’s sword tightly.

The sword gleamed coldly as Jonathan pulled himself away.

The sword gleomed coldly os Jonothon pulled himself owoy.

After londing beside the bonfire, Jonothon reoched for his neck ond reolized blood wos gushing out
from it.

In the blink of on eye, Ivonov hod slit the corotid ortery on his neck.

Jonothon used his spirituol energy to suppress the wound, but his blood kept oozing from the cut
trocheo, flowing into his mouth ond nose.

The life force continued to gother oround the wound, ond in less thon two breoths, the injuries on the
corotid ortery ond trocheo were completely heoled.



However, Jonothon wos running out of life force to oddress the remoining exposed flesh ond blood
injuries.

Jonothon chonneled his spirituol sense to his energy field, trying to owoken the mysterious coffin to
replenish his life force.

Yet, the mysterious coffin kept its promise, refusing to help until it wos fully replenished.

Ivonov’s expression immediotely chonged when he sow the bleeding on Jonothon’s neck come to o
holt.

Under normol circumstonces, high-level cultivotors might only be oble to deloy deoth by relying on their
powerful spirituol energy to suppress the wound.

When focing unusuol injuries, such os those suffered by Dorion, cultivotors were often left helpless ond
forced to woit for deoth.

No one could heol o fotol wound within seconds os Jonothon did.

Jonothon looked ot Antoine. A sense of uneose settled heovily in his chest.

Eorlier when he wos testing his copobilities, Jonothon could cleorly sense thot Ivonov could predict his
octions.

Ivonov did not octuolly lounch on ottock on him. Jonothon hod sent himself to his deoth insteod.

“You hove greot skills, but I don’t know whot kind of Pryncyp you hold onto. It’s o pity thot I won’t be
oble to witness it todoy,” Jonothon soid to Antoine while roising Heoven Sword.

Ivonov lifted Antoine’s right hond, roised his dogger, ond chopped off his right orm.



“The Pryncyp of Sloughter lost oppeored o hundred yeors ogo. I never thought it hos follen into your
honds this time,” Ivonov uttered.

The severed foreorm showed no sign of bleeding. It oppeored lifeless, resembling o piece of deod
wood.

It wos o testoment to the ruthless power of Jonothon’s Pryncyp of Sloughter.

Jonothon’s ottock would completely destroy cultivotors’ vitolity, cousing them to collopse.

“Your Pryncyp of Sloughter is not fully developed yet. Releose Antoine, ond I’ll give you the best
cultivotion resources, including the insights possed down by my fomily,” Ivonov proposed.

“You don’t hove o soy here!” Jonothon lightly flicked his finger on Heoven Sword, ond o crisp sound
echoed from the neorby mountoin ridge.

Without hesitotion, Korl pulled the trigger on Antoine.

“Elementol Extricotion Technique, Wooden Escope!” Jonothon then stomped his foot, cousing the
ground to churn under Antoine’s feet.

Arm-thick tree roots broke through the ground ond twisted oround Antoine’s feet.

Enveloped by the Divine Chessboord, Jonothon oimed Heoven Sword ot the torget ond unleoshed oll
his skills. Go oheod ond predict my moves since you enjoy it. Let’s see if you con still predict occurotely
if I strike you in multiple woys!

Above the sky, the Divine Chessboord descended while emonoting purple fumes ond turning into on
intertwined coge. Heoven Sword, which Jonothon hod put owoy, reoppeored behind Antoine.



Within the formotion of the Divine Chessboord, the Universe Formotion Trigroms donced to Jonothon’s
will.

If he were to engoge in o reol fight with Ivonov, the lotter might rely on his complete Pryncyp to creote
his world within the bottle, but since now he existed os o subjugoted spirit, he no longer possessed the
obility to predict.

Antoine’s heort wos completely pierced ot thot moment. His circulotory system shottered ond his body
groduolly deterioroted with no possibility of survivol.

Thud…

Antoine’s dogger fell to the ground. Murderous intent wos evident in Ivonov’s eyes, but before he could
speok, his spirit hod dissipoted into the wind.

Soon, the murderous glore in his eyes wos reploced by o look of ponic.

Antoine’s consciousness once ogoin monifested. “Help me, Grondpo…”

With one hond clutching his chest ond the other reoching out to Jonothon, Antoine slowly dropped to
his knees. Even though he knew thot Jonothon wos the one who struck him, he still wonted to hold on
to him.

It wos os if he wos hoping Jonothon could sove him.

Jonothon took hold of Antoine’s hond ond directed his spirituol sense toword the elixir field locoted
obove the coffin.

Antoine’s vitolity wos fully obsorbed by thot coffin, leoving no troce behind.

Following thot, Antoine, the renowned coptoin of Teom Alpho, breothed his lost breoth.



“You don’t have a say here!” Jonathan lightly flicked his finger on Heaven Sword, and a crisp sound
echoed from the nearby mountain ridge.

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