The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1239

The theft of both the Soul Calming Gong and the Divine Whip was a matter of utmost gravity.

Such an incident had never occurred before since the establishment of the prison in Yannopolis’ Outer City.

That very night, teams of cultivators clad in armor arrived at the prison cell.

The underground prison of Yannopolis’ Outer City had never been this lively.

There was an envoy standing guard outside every prison cell.

The flickering torches illuminated the otherwise dark and gloomy cells.

Among the muscular cultivators, a tall young man clad in a loose robe stepped out.

In a world that idolized muscular men, this slender man would have typically faced ostracism. However, the surrounding cultivators regarded him with respect and admiration.

Clearly, he was their leader.

The man clumsily made his way toward the remains of the prison guard.

After glancing at the bug corpses scattered on the ground, he began chugging from a bottle of wine.

Jonathan frowned. He had seen people like this in the outside world.

From an outsider’s perspective, the man appeared to be nothing more than a mere alcoholic. Despite his disheveled appearance and dependence on alcohol, he possessed a commanding presence that could control the armored cultivators of the Outer City.

The respect and cautiousness displayed by the surrounding cultivators affirmed his reputation as a heartless and resolute individual.

After finishing the alcohol, the man shook the empty bottle and burped in satisfaction.

“The prison guard was devoured by bugs, so the culprit must be a descendant of the witch race. Who did this?”

The man glanced at Jonathan before approaching the prison cell, raising his hand in a subtle gesture. As if responding to an invisible command, the sturdy bars of the cell quivered before crumbling into fine dust.

Pointing at Jonathan, the man’s voice slurred slightly as he spoke slowly. “You… Ha! It’s not you.”

He then turned to Stellario. “Be honest with me. Why did you kill our prison guard?”

“To be free,” Stellario replied nonchalantly.

“I’ve heard of a rule that exists here—if a prisoner manages to win thirty consecutive fights, they can earn their freedom.”

The man gave Stellario a smile and nodded. “Yes, there is such a rule. However, I still don’t understand why you’d kill my guard.”

Stellario pointed toward the three storage bags lying on the ground and responded, “When I told him I wanted to register my name, he attacked me instead, intending to take my life.”

Hearing that, the man quickly squatted down to check the three storage bags.

They had stolen the storage bags from their deceased owners and didn’t mark the bags with their spiritual senses. As a result, the bags were now unclaimed and without an owner.

The man examined the stolen storage bags using his spiritual sense, confirming the contents within. However, upon discovering that the bags did not contain anything of value, he discarded them with a disappointed expression.

“You don’t even have any alcohol. No wonder you can’t even afford to bribe a mere prison guard.”

Rising to his feet, the man held Stellario’s chin.

At the very same time, the man gripped Stellario’s right hand with his left hand.

The dagger came to a stop an inch before the man’s belly. No matter how much force Stellario exerted, he failed to stab the dagger into the man’s stomach.