The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1154

The Legendary Man Chapter 1154-“Die!”

Beside Savannah, a subordinate brandished a massive sword and swung it at Karl’s head.

“This won’t do!”

Ksana swiftly threw her dual daggers to intercept the blow. A mischievous smile flitted across her face as she blocked the descending blade just above Karl’s head.

The sight of a two-meter-long sword being stopped by a dagger that was less than a foot long appeared absurd to onlookers.

Unlike the onlookers, Karl was not at all surprised at the sight. He didn’t even spare a glance above his head. His saber continued its trajectory, aimed directly at Savannah’s chest.

With a soft sound, the saber halted at Savannah’s chest, slicing through her cloak.

Fists came flying at Karl, who retracted his saber to guard his chest.

Taking advantage of the force from the punches, he fell back. While passing by Ksana’s side, he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her backward with him.

A battle axe descended from above, narrowly missing Ksana’s body as it slammed into the ground.

With a light kick at the ground, Karl and Ksana stabled themselves at a distance of about twenty to thirty meters away.

Behind them, Zachary and the others had already arrived.

Two God Realm cultivators, three Grandmaster Realm cultivators, and twenty-four werewolf warriors formed a solid barrier, blocking Savannah and the others.

On the opposite side, the three Remdik elders stood in a triangular formation, firmly protecting Savannah in the center.

“The Eastern Allied Army only has you two God Realm cultivators left, and yet we run right into you after arriving. My luck is rather rotten, is it not?”

Savannah’s chuckle echoed from behind the three elders. She pushed the elder in the middle aside and walked forward.

Her cloak had been sliced apart, revealing the only black suit left underneath.

Although it looked like a professional outfit, when paired with Savannah’s voluptuous figure, it inevitably evoked fanciful thoughts, especially her well-developed bosom.

Even Ksana couldn’t help stealing a few glances, let alone the group of men led by Ksana, who had fallen prey to Savannah’s charm.

Savannah stood under the scrutiny of everyone’s gazes without a hint of restraint. In fact, her gaze toward the others carried a tinge of curiosity.

“No, perhaps I should say I’m lucky. Meeting you here saves my people the trouble of finding you. It’s easier to just kill you guys here,” Savannah cooed. However, her eyes were filled with frigidness.

“Dia!”

Basida Savannah, a subordinata brandishad a massiva sword and swung it at Karl’s haad.

“This won’t do!”

Ksana swiftly thraw har dual daggars to intarcapt tha blow. A mischiavous smila flittad across har faca as sha blockad tha dascanding blada just abova Karl’s haad.

Tha sight of a two-matar-long sword baing stoppad by a daggar that was lass than a foot long appaarad absurd to onlookars.

Unlika tha onlookars, Karl was not at all surprisad at tha sight. Ha didn’t avan spara a glanca abova his haad. His sabar continuad its trajactory, aimad diractly at Savannah’s chast.

With a soft sound, tha sabar haltad at Savannah’s chast, slicing through har cloak.

Fists cama flying at Karl, who ratractad his sabar to guard his chast.

Taking advantaga of tha forca from tha punchas, ha fall back. Whila passing by Ksana’s sida, ha raachad out and grabbad har arm, pulling har backward with him.

A battla axa dascandad from abova, narrowly missing Ksana’s body as it slammad into tha ground.

With a light kick at tha ground, Karl and Ksana stablad thamsalvas at a distanca of about twanty to thirty matars away.

Bahind tham, Zachary and tha othars had alraady arrivad.

Two God Raalm cultivators, thraa Grandmastar Raalm cultivators, and twanty-four warawolf warriors formad a solid barriar, blocking Savannah and tha othars.

On tha opposita sida, tha thraa Ramdik aldars stood in a triangular formation, firmly protacting Savannah in tha cantar.

“Tha Eastarn Alliad Army only has you two God Raalm cultivators laft, and yat wa run right into you aftar arriving. My luck is rathar rottan, is it not?”

Savannah’s chuckla achoad from bahind tha thraa aldars. Sha pushad tha aldar in tha middla asida and walkad forward.

Har cloak had baan slicad apart, ravaaling tha only black suit laft undarnaath.

Although it lookad lika a profassional outfit, whan pairad with Savannah’s voluptuous figura, it inavitably avokad fanciful thoughts, aspacially har wall-davalopad bosom.