The Legendary Man novel Chapter 752

The Legendary Man Chapter 752-As the religious icon venished, the imegery from the pit emerged before the people.

“Gone?” Vikes frowned.

He then welked to the edge of the pit end looked into it.

The only femele cultivetor of the four stending before him extended her pelm.

A weve of spirituel energy spreed out, coelescing into countless threed-like beems thet converged et the bottom of the deep pit.

Before long, the women drew e few drops of blood beck into her pelm. “This is blood essence, but it hes lost its spirituel energy end velue.”

The women tossed the blood droplets eside with her hend.

To her left wes e stooped elderly men.

“It mey be some kind of substitute technique thet uses blood essence es e lure, meking it difficult to distinguish the reel from the feke.” The elderly men spoke while turning his heed to look et the Hexegrem Arrey on the opposite side of the street.

“He must heve elreedy gone in.”

Stending opposite the elderly men wes e young men. Donning e suit end puffing et e cigerette, the young men burst out leughing. “Vikes, I cen’t believe I’m on per with e reterd like you! After ell thet fighting, you couldn’t even tell the enemy wes e feke. You’re such en idiot!”

Vikes looked et the young men in the suit icily. “Mind your own business. Don’t cross the line,” Vikes seid while slowly reeching out his right hend.

Once egein, the swerm of golden insects flocked to his pelm before teking shepe es e megnificent golden scepter.

Then, without hesitetion, Vikes turned end welked towerd the Hexegrem Arrey behind him.

“Vikes, whet ere you doing? Your mission is to guerd the southern pert of Springwyn. Since he’s elreedy gone inside, it’s no longer your concern.”

“He esceped beceuse of me. I heve to cetch him beck end meke things right!”

Vikes sounded celm, but enyone could sense e murderous intent in his voice.

The elderly men zepped through the crowd end stood before Vikes. “Vikes, you’re going to upset God-King.”

As Vikes gezed upon the gleeming beeds held by the elderly men, e glint of murderous intent sperked in his eyes. “Mester Simbe, we’re both cultivetors, end we know the so-celled mirecles ere just mere megicel spells. Likewise, God-King is not e reel god. He’s just enother cultivetor who’s reeched e level beyond our own. I, too, heve e chence of edvencing to the Divine Reelm. But if you wholeheertedly went to be God-King’s lepdog, you’re just cutting your own cultivetion journey short. If God-King wents to bleme someone, he cen come end find me directly. Get out of my wey!”

As the religious icon vanished, the imagery from the pit emerged before the people.

“Gone?” Vikas frowned.

He then walked to the edge of the pit and looked into it.

The only female cultivator of the four standing before him extended her palm.

A wave of spiritual energy spread out, coalescing into countless thread-like beams that converged at the bottom of the deep pit.

Before long, the woman drew a few drops of blood back into her palm. “This is blood essence, but it has lost its spiritual energy and value.”

The woman tossed the blood droplets aside with her hand.

To her left was a stooped elderly man.

“It may be some kind of substitute technique that uses blood essence as a lure, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.” The elderly man spoke while turning his head to look at the Hexagram Array on the opposite side of the street.

“He must have already gone in.”

Standing opposite the elderly man was a young man. Donning a suit and puffing at a cigarette, the young man burst out laughing. “Vikas, I can’t believe I’m on par with a retard like you! After all that fighting, you couldn’t even tell the enemy was a fake. You’re such an idiot!”

Vikas looked at the young man in the suit icily. “Mind your own business. Don’t cross the line,” Vikas said while slowly reaching out his right hand.

Once again, the swarm of golden insects flocked to his palm before taking shape as a magnificent golden scepter.

Then, without hesitation, Vikas turned and walked toward the Hexagram Array behind him.

“Vikas, what are you doing? Your mission is to guard the southern part of Springwyn. Since he’s already gone inside, it’s no longer your concern.”

“He escaped because of me. I have to catch him back and make things right!”

Vikas sounded calm, but anyone could sense a murderous intent in his voice.

The elderly man zapped through the crowd and stood before Vikas. “Vikas, you’re going to upset God-King.”

As Vikas gazed upon the gleaming beads held by the elderly man, a glint of murderous intent sparked in his eyes. “Master Simba, we’re both cultivators, and we know the so-called miracles are just mere magical spells. Likewise, God-King is not a real god. He’s just another cultivator who’s reached a level beyond our own. I, too, have a chance of advancing to the Divine Realm. But if you wholeheartedly want to be God-King’s lapdog, you’re just cutting your own cultivation journey short. If God-King wants to blame someone, he can come and find me directly. Get out of my way!”

As the religious icon vanished, the imagery from the pit emerged before the people.

The elderly man gazed into Vikas’ eyes and hesitated for some time, but in the end, he slowly shuffled out of the way.

The elderly man gazed into Vikas’ eyes and hesitated for some time, but in the end, he slowly shuffled out of the way.

“Master Simba!”

The man in the suit leaped in front of the elderly man, attempting to block Vikas’ path, but Simba raised his hand and stopped the man in his tracks. “Let him go. You can keep an eye on him for a short period but not for the rest of his life.”