The Legendary Man novel Chapter 802

The Legendary Man Chapter 802-“You may find it difficult to offer me salvation, I’m afraid.”

With that said, Jonathan threw the iron chain he was holding to Hossom, who was beside him.

“Hossom, take her and leave first. It looks like this monk should be the last divine messenger.”

He grinned as he turned to face the two and added, “The speed of this woman is far greater than yours. Don’t let up on the spiritual energy repression. Otherwise, I fear she’ll kill you before you even enter the hinterland.”

While speaking, Jonathan brandished the spear in his hand, and a powerful spear streak flew toward the vermilion wall that was more than ten meters high.

Boom!

The attack destroyed thirty to forty meters of the high wall, revealing the mysterious Bazar Temple for the first time to everyone.

“Go now. I’ve helped you break through the first layer of the spirit shield. You’ll have to deal with the remaining two layers yourself,” Jonathan said calmly to Hossom.

The latter wasted little time in grabbing the unnamed female cultivator and running toward the gap in the wall.

Instead of making a move to stop him, the monk in red merely looked at Jonathan while smiling placidly.

A bottle materialized in the palm of Jonathan’s left hand with a swift hand gesture.

He crushed it with his bare hand, and an immense spiritual energy rose from within. It was the Spirit Rejuvenating Pill.

Jonathan threw three Spirit Rejuvenating Pills into his mouth as if they were jelly beans and swallowed them. Seeing that, a smile appeared on the face of the monk standing across from him.

“Ordinary people only need one Spirit Rejuvenating Pill to restore their spiritual energy, but even after taking three of them, your spiritual energy isn’t overflowing. Sure enough, you’re no ordinary person.”

Although Jonathan appeared carefree while clutching his spear, he had secretly begun mobilizing the flow of his spiritual energy feverishly.

“Is your Seboxia sect truly so confident? By letting those two people in just now, I fear you won’t be able to bear the consequences.”

The monk in red pressed his palms together in front of his chest and bowed slightly.

“There’s no fate without law, much less you and I. Everything is determined under the guidance of Seboxia, and since I said that I want to grant you salvation, I shouldn’t be distracted by other things. Why don’t you listen to my word of advice? Lay down your weapon and worship Seboxia so you may go to paradise.”

Whoosh!

A faint quivering sound was heard, and beneath the trembling of the air, energy ripples that resembled water ripples emerged. In the center of the ripples, a thin shadow descended upon the monk in red.

Bam!

Shockwaves rolled out with a dull thud, shaking and breaking the trees on both sides of the road.

With that single blow, the ground exploded, forcing half of the monk’s body more than one meter into the ground.

However, the monk did not appear to be hurt at all, even with the spear on his shoulder.

Even though Jonathan was not good at wielding a spear, the force of his brute strength alone could break boulders at his cultivation level without him employing a move.

Previously, despite Prima having a layer of protection from a Divine Realm expert in her body, he still shattered it.

However, when it came to the monk, his brute strength seemed to be impotent.

He attempted to pull back, but the red glow on the monk held the spear in place, preventing it from moving the slightest.

“This spear doesn’t belong to you. The aura on it is menacing and unclean. You should leave it here at my sect for purification.”

With that, the monk in red raised his hand to clutch the spear, and when he abruptly pulled it back, a powerful force rushed toward Jonathan, almost making the spear slip out of his hand.

The latter straightened his body and stamped down on the monk with both feet together like a hefty hammer.

A muffled groan was heard. Surprisingly, it was Jonathan who was injured this time.

The red energy around the monk turned out to be pure Pryncyp. Under Jonathan’s assault, it was as solid as cast steel and showed no signs of damage at all.

Jonathan’s expression was solemn as he held the handle of the spear with both hands.

“Is this what everyone in your sect practices? Offering salvation when you see something good?”

While saying that with a sneer, Jonathan raised his palm and brought it down in the vicinity of the monk’s head.

An invisible blade with an unending murderous aura circulating it formed in his hand.

This time, the monk’s expression finally changed slightly.

“Defend!”

The moment the monk in red let go of the spear handle, he clasped his hands in front of his chest to form a fearless lion hand gesture, and a massive symbol appeared in front of him and charged straight for Jonathan’s face.

Clang!

As the silhouette of a golden bell appeared, Jonathan felt an excruciating pain in his arm, as if it were being burned by a raging fire.

However, because of that, he was able to put the spear back into his storage ring.

“I can’t believe you have a treasure of my sect. It would seem that the theft at my sect a few days ago should have something to do with you.”