The Legendary Man novel Chapter 547

Chapter 547 The Head Of Triplex Manifesta

Desmond lay on the ground, mortified by Jonathan’s attack. The bodyguards surrounding Jonathan felt the restraints on them had gone. After some hesitation, they ran out of the temple in horror.

Seeing this, the people from the prominent families who were around were all a little confused. They had felt some pressure just now, but they were not targeted by Jonathan, so they did not know what had taken place.

The spiritual energy force field of the Grandmaster Realm was an invincible existence for mortals who had never practiced cultivation before. Inside this force field, Jonathan was a real god.

Standing at the door, Leslie gazed at Jonathan in fascination and surprise. “You’re a martial artist, aren’t you? Are you a Grandmaster?” Leslie went up to Jonathan, and she could not help asking excitedly.

Jonathan turned to look at Leslie, and the spiritual energy in his eyes flowed slowly as he sized her up. Leslie blushed when she saw Jonathan looking at her with a gaze that seemed to be able to see through everything, but she did not shy away from his eyes.

She is not a cultivator. Looking at Leslie’s pretty face, Jonathan frowned slightly. “Do you know a lot about martial artists?”

In response to Jonathan’s question, Leslie shook her head slightly. “I haven’t seen a real martial artist, but there are a lot of accounts in the internal local chronicles of Summerbank about cultivators, so I may know one thing or two about them. Although I don’t understand what happened just now, I can tell that you should be one of the martial arts grandmasters as described in those ancient books.”

Leslie sounded sincere, and she was apparently truthful. However, Jonathan was not keen on engaging any further with her, and so he turned around again after a slight nod of his head.

Leslie was a little taken aback to see Jonathan ignoring her. In Summerbank, the Hart family was considered one of the most prominent families.

Leslie was among the most beautiful of the girls in Summerbank. She had many suitors, be it for her beauty or for finding favor with her father.

However, despite the fact that she had shown her captivating feminine side, this young man did not even give her a second look. Does he not find me attractive?

After straightening her attire, Leslie walked up to Jonathan and sat down beside him. “I’m Leslie Hart from the Hart family. Shouldn’t you introduce yourself?”

Leslie spoke gently to Jonathan, and her speaking manner surprised the members of other prestigious families who were present at the scene.

Everyone knew that Leslie was well known in Summerbank for being aloof. Even Desmond who was now lying on the ground had tried to pursue her before.

However, Leslie had never shown any interest in those scions of affluent families. At that moment, it was obvious that the young man had no intention of interacting with Leslie, but Leslie tried to start a conversation with him.

Those who witnessed the scene wondered if Leslie liked people who played hard to get. The people present were pondering over the matter in silence, but no one dared to say a word.

At that moment, from outside the small courtyard, a confident voice rang out. “Triplex Manifesta is a sacred place. How can you start a fight here?”

Hearing the voice, everyone turned in the direction from where the voice came. The young monk had come back, and there was a well-built monk with a long beard walking before him.

Dressed in a robe, the monk walked into the small courtyard. “May I ask who has won the privilege of being the first to pray in Triplex Manifesta?”

“Master, it’s him who has donated a huge sum of money.” As the young monk spoke, he walked up to Jonathan, stretched out his hands, and respectfully handed a black card back to Jonathan.

“Sir, this way, please.”

The monk nodded gently to Jonathan, then turned to look at the rest of the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, this man has won the first spot, and he will be the first to pray. You may leave.”

With that simple phrase, the guests were dismissed. When the crowd heard the monk’s words, they hurriedly stood up and took their leave.

It was an unlucky day for Desmond. He was still lying on the ground and unable to get up. The members of other prestigious families had long wanted to leave for fear of being implicated.

After taking a look at Desmond, who was lying on the ground, and the weapons scattered around Jonathan, the monk nodded gently.

“Sean, throw the injured man out. The temple grounds must not be tainted.”