The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1229

“Who dares to trespass on this forbidden ground?” Following that deafening roar, the tip of a spear flashed right in front of Jonathan. The sharp point was only half an inch away from piercing his forehead when a fair, semi-illusory arm reached out from his chest and grabbed the long spear’s shaft. It was Seboxia.

Cold sweat beaded Jonathan’s forehead. That person was incredibly quick with his spear. In truth, I had sensed it the moment he attacked. However, the terrifying speed of the attack left me with no time to react. Even though I was already holding the bronze handbell and could’ve summoned it with a single thought, there was no time for me to use it. Had it not been for Seboxia, that spear would’ve probably pierced through my head already, and I’d be dead.

He looked at the person who had thrown the spear. That’s the chief of the guards who had received orders to conduct a security check on everyone when I arrived here earlier today. I thought they were very friendly at the time. Who knew they’d go so hard when attacking? They didn’t even ask why I came here before trying to kill me!

Meanwhile, it was clear that the head of the guards was somewhat taken aback by the sight of the arm that had suddenly appeared out of Jonathan’s chest.

A moment later, however, the man let out a shout and struck the spear’s shaft hard with his left palm.

A strange pattern appeared on the shaft immediately after he did that. As the spear’s red tassel swayed, it produced a destructive force that shattered Seboxia’s arm in the blink of an eye.

Jonathan drew back and retreated to the edge of the cave. Behind him lay an abyss with a thousand-foot drop.

Seboxia slowly materialized next to him, wearing a grim expression. His right arm also gradually regenerated thanks to the restoration powers of spiritual energy. “It’s a spiritual destruction formation. Such magical items are specifically for breaking spiritual energy spells, especially spirit shields. Up against these weapons, spirit shields are about as effective as paper. We must deal with the situation with caution.”

Activating his spiritual eye, Jonathan studied the spear held by the chief guard. The shaft was an inky black color, and its surface appeared to be smooth. However, every inch of it was covered by intricate markings.

It was not just his long spear that carried those markings. Even the blades of the other guards who had rushed over were similarly adorned.

Jonathan was slightly alarmed by the sight. The Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique’s chapter on miscellaneous information contains records on refining weapons. A magical item’s grading depends on its material, the technique used to make it, and its markings. All three aspects are indispensable.

Even among the magical items currently available outside, including those belonging to the eight respectable families and the hidden sects, most are commonplace armaments made from somewhat better materials.

Some magical items have markings for size manipulation carved on them, allowing one to control the length and width of the weapon through spiritual energy. Those that can produce unexpected attacks are already considered a top-grade magical item.

As for the weapons that these people are wielding, they’re all completely covered with markings. Any of them can be an ultimate weapon that powerful forces would fight over.

There’s no way what that old man said about these people merely being villagers mistreated by Yannopolis is true. I’ve seen the weapons used by Greyson and others from Mountain Village.

In poor villages, it’s impossible to find proper weapons, let alone ones inscribed with such markings. At most, they’ll only be armed with sharpened animal bones.

Standing half in the shadows, Stellario suddenly said to Jonathan in a hoarse voice, “They’re people coming from below.”

Jonathan turned toward Seboxia and asked, “Can you defeat them?”

“With ease,” he replied calmly. Holding the spiritual beads in his hand tightly, he started walking forward.

Meanwhile, Jonathan drew out his Heaven Sword, turned his wrist, and swung it behind him.

A series of agonized howls rang out from the bottom of the cliff.

Despite the God Realm cultivators’ impressive cultivation levels, they could not prevent themselves from falling. From that height of over two hundred meters, even someone of their caliber only had a slim chance of avoiding plunging to their death.

“Keep one alive!” Jonathan called out coldly before transforming into an afterimage and charging into the cave.