The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1200

The Legendary Man Chapter 1200-As prefects, the three of them held the most authority in the village.

Taking Frank as an example, he had killed a villager in front of tens of other men, but no one dared to show him any disapproval.

Consequently, the presence of three prefects terrified the villagers even further, causing them to disperse without any resistance.

The three of them had only one goal now—to capture Jonathan and claim credit for it.

That was also why Frank didn’t call for help upon detecting Jonathan’s presence.

The first reason was that they had managed to capture Vicador and Hayden easily.

Due to the huge difference in concentration of spiritual energy within and without the small world, a cultivator from the small world would be significantly stronger than one of the same cultivation level from outside.

As a result, Frank felt that he could eliminate Jonathan by himself.

The second reason was the reward offered by Outer City of Yannopolis.

Every year, the envoys of Outer City would recruit cultivators from various villages, but the vacancies available were extremely limited.

The selection process was so competitive that a prefect from a medium-sized village like Upriver Village didn’t stand a good chance of being picked at all.

As a result, if news of Jonathan’s arrival got out and the other prefects arrived to capture him together, Frank’s chances of being chosen as an envoy of Yannopolis would drastically decrease.

That was also why the two prefects who subsequently arrived made the same decision as Frank.

Since Jonathan was a formidable opponent, they figured that their combined efforts would be enough to bring him in, and there was no need to get others involved.

They were well aware of what it meant for the credit to be split three ways instead of among ten other prefects. Yet little did they know that their greed would become the very reason for their undoing.

Meanwhile, a small blade of grass began gradually sprouting out of the ground.

It might be doing so slowly, but its progress was still visible to the naked eye.

Along the corner of the deep crater formed by the exploding green wolf, the grass grew to the height of half an adult human within a short while.

During that period, the empty space around Upriver Village’s entrance was suddenly filled with lush greenery.

“What’s going on?”

When the two recently-arrived prefects looked at Frank, all they saw was a clueless expression on his face. Evidently, he had yet to sense the impending danger.

The next moment, the ground began to churn as Jonathan’s figure gradually rose up from the crater before settling down on the surface.

“My fellow cultivators, it seems that fate has brought us together!” Jonathan remarked with a slight smile as he scanned the three prefects.

Staring blankly at Jonathan, Frank shouted, “Isn’t that—”

Before he could finish, the grass at his feet suddenly wrapped around his legs and seemingly turned into sharp knives.

As blood spewed into the air, Frank stomped on the ground to leap into the air.

“On top of you!” the prefect opposite him shouted while pointing above his head.

Unfortunately, it was too late for him to react.

“Down with you!”

Upon hearing a cold snort, Frank felt as though his shoulder had been shattered to pieces. Before he realized what was going on, he turned into an afterimage as he slammed onto the ground.

Despite spewing out huge amounts of blood from his mouth and nose, he didn’t dare remain in the same spot.

With his right shoulder broken, Frank intended to flee by using his left hand.

However, two blades of grass drifted past him and caused him to collapse helplessly onto the ground.

As for his left arm, it was already cut into three pieces.

Meanwhile, a figure dropped down from the air and pierced a long sword into Frank. With the sword tip bursting out from right above his abdomen, Frank was essentially nailed to the ground.

Staring at himself from afar, Jonathan let out a chuckle.

“Seboxia, that transfiguration of yours is pretty cool!”

Standing at the edge of the crater, Seboxia gave Jonathan a calm look before a shift of his body transformed him back to his original form of a bald monk in a white robe.

“There’s two more of them. Let’s see if you’re faster than I am.”

No sooner had Seboxia spoken than his body reappeared more than ten meters ahead.

In response, Jonathan formed a seal with both his hands and emerged right beside Seboxia, covering more than twenty meters with a gentle tap of his feet.

“Call for backup!”

Watching Seboxia and Jonathan charge at them, one of the prefects realized that they had messed with the wrong people.

Unfortunately, the epiphany came too late.

With a gentle tap of Seboxia’s foot, a green flash of light filtered into the ground below. Massive vines began to burst out of the ground and flew toward the prefects as if they had taken on a life of their own.

The next moment, the ground begon to churn os Jonothon’s figure groduolly rose up from the croter before settling down on the surfoce.