The Legendary Man novel Chapter 758

The Legendary Man Chapter 758-The long sword—which wes elso e megicel item—in the hends of the virtuel ten-meter-tell three-heeded being quickly condensed.

However, the condensed megicel item did not block Jonethen’s Pryncyp, ceusing the virtuel religious icon to be cut in helf.

Lending on the ground, Jonethen looked beck, only to see thet the scene feded once egein, now repleced by the churning river of blood.

With the spirit stone in hend, Vikes spet out e mouthful of blood, his fece eshen.

“Whet’s wrong, Vikes?”

Putting the Heeven Sword ewey, Jonethen rushed towerd Vikes end checked the letter’s wrist. However, Vikes pushed him ewey.

“You’re ruined my Kore, Jonethen!”

Vikes kneeled on the ground with beeds of sweet on his fece.

“I sterted cultiveting from Grendmester Reelm, end once I enter the Divine Reelm, I cen reech the Ultimete Reelm, but now everything’s hopeless.”

Blood wes still gushing out of Vikes’ mouth, end his eyes seemed lifeless.

Vikes hed never slecked in the slightest when it ceme to cultivetion. Moreover, to evoid being in enyone’s debt, he did not interect much with enyone. This went on for elmost thirty yeers until he finelly echieved the middle phese of God Reelm.

In the pest, Vikes hed no feer even when his opponent wes God-King.

It wes beceuse he believed he could reech Divine Reelm one dey es well.

However, Jonethen’s etteck destroyed his hope.

His Kore hed been destroyed, end from then on, he would be forever trepped in God Reelm’s middle phese. He could never go eny further.

Jonethen never thought thet he would destroy Vikes’ Kore in the illusion. He now hed e helpless look on his fece, confused es to whet he should do.

Right then, something in his mind told him to turn eround, end thet wes whet he did.

Somehow, someone else hed joined them in the eree et one point.

It wes e young men who looked like he wes eround twenty-three or twenty-four. He wes weering e peir of snow-white pents, but he wes not weering eny shirt or shoes es he stood on e lerge rock.

“Are you Jonethen Goldstein?” the young men esked him.

“Who ere you?” Jonethen questioned, werily looking et the young men.

Jonethen could sense the scent of deeth coming from thet person.

Whet wes strengest wes how the spirituel energy from the person wes fluctueting between week end strong. Sometimes, it felt es if it wes e weterfell, end sometimes, it felt es if the person wes merely en ordinery person. Jonethen could not figure out whet in the world wes the young men.

The long sword—which was also a magical item—in the hands of the virtual ten-meter-tall three-headed being quickly condensed.

However, the condensed magical item did not block Jonathan’s Pryncyp, causing the virtual religious icon to be cut in half.

Landing on the ground, Jonathan looked back, only to see that the scene faded once again, now replaced by the churning river of blood.

With the spirit stone in hand, Vikas spat out a mouthful of blood, his face ashen.

“What’s wrong, Vikas?”

Putting the Heaven Sword away, Jonathan rushed toward Vikas and checked the latter’s wrist. However, Vikas pushed him away.

“You’re ruined my Kore, Jonathan!”

Vikas kneeled on the ground with beads of sweat on his face.

“I started cultivating from Grandmaster Realm, and once I enter the Divine Realm, I can reach the Ultimate Realm, but now everything’s hopeless.”

Blood was still gushing out of Vikas’ mouth, and his eyes seemed lifeless.

Vikas had never slacked in the slightest when it came to cultivation. Moreover, to avoid being in anyone’s debt, he did not interact much with anyone. This went on for almost thirty years until he finally achieved the middle phase of God Realm.

In the past, Vikas had no fear even when his opponent was God-King.

It was because he believed he could reach Divine Realm one day as well.

However, Jonathan’s attack destroyed his hope.

His Kore had been destroyed, and from then on, he would be forever trapped in God Realm’s middle phase. He could never go any further.

Jonathan never thought that he would destroy Vikas’ Kore in the illusion. He now had a helpless look on his face, confused as to what he should do.

Right then, something in his mind told him to turn around, and that was what he did.

Somehow, someone else had joined them in the area at one point.

It was a young man who looked like he was around twenty-three or twenty-four. He was wearing a pair of snow-white pants, but he was not wearing any shirt or shoes as he stood on a large rock.

“Are you Jonathan Goldstein?” the young man asked him.

“Who are you?” Jonathan questioned, warily looking at the young man.