The Legendary Man novel Chapter 807

The Legendary Man Chapter 807-Chanaean… Transference Coffin?

Jonathan stared at the coffin before him. A powerful aura seemed to bind his meridians to the coffin tightly.

From where the Seboxia statue stood, a hunched elder suddenly zoomed across the sky, aiming his palm in Jonathan’s direction.

The deceptively simple attack instantly shrouded the area in darkness.

Jonathan looked up and spotted the palm coming right at him.

He felt helpless in the face of that impossibly large palm, which was tens of meters wide.

Despite its inconspicuous form, the attack had divided the skies and the land.

The attack perfectly manifested Pryncyp energy. Even as Jonathan wielded his Heaven Sword, supported by Pryncyp of Slaughter, he struggled to hold off the elder’s advance.

Jonathan channeled Pryncyp energy into his Heaven Sword as he once again prepared to meet the elder’s strike.

Unbeknownst to him, the coffin above his head glimmered and fired off several runes into the sky.

Above the Heaven Sword, the massive palm came into contact with the runes and suddenly evaporated into thin air.

The hunched elder was shaking as he glared at Jonathan. He still stood beside the Seboxia statue a distance away.

“Put down the Transference Coffin, Jonathan, and I can wipe the slate clean,” the elder bellowed.

Jonathan’s expression darkened as he sensed a faint and menacing aura from the elder.

While he still had no idea what the Transference Coffin was for, it was clearly important to the hunched elder.

However, the Transference Coffin appeared to have wrapped dozens of invisible tendrils around Jonathan, entangling itself with his meridians.

It appeared that Jonathan had no means of surrendering the coffin even if he wanted to.

On top of that, he could tell from the hunched elder’s aura that the latter was a Divine Realm cultivator. Releasing the coffin would only put Jonathan in greater danger.

His lips twitched with amusement as he patted the levitating coffin beside him and coughed awkwardly. “Well, you see, I’m sure you’re a Chanaean as well, good sir. Where is your hometown? I’m sure we could be considered fellow villagers.”

Under the scrutiny of a grand Seboxia statue, a Divine Realm cultivator, and seven God Realm cultivators, Jonathan began touching the Transference Coffin and chatting up the hunched elder.

It was an unimaginable sight that struck its audience dumb.

Courageous people were everywhere, but Jonathan was practically flirting with death.

Alas, they were unaware of Jonathan’s plight.

Meanwhile, the hunched elder still had his eyes on Jonathan, yet he had raised his left hand toward the sky. Jonathan’s gaze traced his opponent’s outstretched hand, and he was shocked to see the nameless girl from before floating in the sky.

The hunched elder was using his Pryncyp of Strength to keep the girl away from the Seboxia statue, engaged in some form of tug of war.

It was at that point that Jonathan came upon an important realization.

The consequences of allowing the girl near the divine statue appeared severe enough to command a Divine Realm cultivator’s full attention.

Maybe he won’t be able to stop me if I try to escape now.

Jonathan moved his feet slightly as that thought crossed his mind.

He had barely taken a step when waves of spiritual energy surged toward him. Seven magical items flew at him from all directions, blocking all possible paths for escape.

Frustrated, Jonathan pleaded, “Sir, I never thought of bringing this coffin away with me, but it just won’t let me go. Why don’t you sever its ties to me? I promise I’ll leave right away.”

“No!” The hunched elder shot him a fierce glare before warning, “Don’t even dream of leaving this place alive once you’ve touched the Transference Coffin.”

Jonathan nodded weakly at his reply. “Fine. In any case, I can’t dump this coffin behind. How about this? Let me open the coffin and see what’s inside. Even if I end up dead, at least I won’t die a confused man.”

As he spoke, Jonathan resolutely brought his sword down upon the coffin.

Crack!

Sparks flew when the Heaven Sword and Transference Coffin made contact, almost as if a pair of sturdy, metal weapons had clashed in combat.

The strike surprised both Jonathan and the hunched elder in front of him.

Jonathan knew everyone’s reaction through his spiritual sense.

Shock suffused his heart as he stared at the white mark left by his sword on the coffin.

Till then, the only things that could counter his Heaven Sword were the best magical items possessed by God Realm cultivators.

Those magical items were very hardy and physically strengthened by plenty of arcane arrays.

The Transference Coffin, however, was different. Jonathan did not feel any shifts in spiritual energy when he struck the coffin, which implied that the object had withstood his attack based on physical resistance alone.

The material would have been coveted for creating magical items, yet someone had turned it into a coffin lid instead.

It probably held a prominent figure within.

If that’s true, the items buried with the person must be worth a fortune! I’m going to be filthy rich!

Jonathan tightened his grip on his Heaven Sword and grinned at the hunched elder. Then, he turned tail and ran while ringing his bronze handbell.

The elder barked, “After him! I want him dead!”