The Legendary Man novel Chapter 814

The Legendary Man Chapter 814-Jonathan was bewildered at the odd sight within his body.

Even though he was clueless about the coffin’s nature, he understood that anything that could gain Kenado’s utmost attention was special.

Jonathan worried if the coffin would cause any impact on his body with it being inside him.

He slowly drew some spiritual energy from the elixir field but didn’t sense any abnormalities. However, anyone would’ve felt uneasy having a coffin in their energy field.

Jonathan’s mood brightened slightly when the spiritual energy from the Spirit Rejuvenating Pills swiftly dissolved in his body.

As he wielded the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, the accumulation of spiritual energy quickly infiltrated into the surrounding sand.

Jonathan started unleashing the Earth Extrication Technique but didn’t sense the compact earth around his body softening at all.

He sharpened the focus on his surroundings and noticed a trace of a malevolent aura circling him.

That aura was the by-product of Aetomoye’s Pryncyp.

That red-robed monk sure is meticulous. He even thought about permanently sealing me here with Pryncyp. He overthinks.

Jonathan shook his right hand slightly, and the Pryncyp of Slaughter emerged once again.

Jonathan was shocked as he examined the long sword which embodied the Pryncyp of Strength.

His Pryncyp of Slaughter was no longer battered as before. Instead, it had refined to near perfection.

What is going on?

Jonathan looked down at his right hand with confusion.

Overhead, a crack sounded. A few clumps of sand fell from above.

Without hesitation, he stabbed the Pryncyp of Strength in his hand into the wall beside him.

That faint malevolent aura might be able to withstand the force of spiritual energy but burst like a bubble when faced with the Pryncyp of Slaughter.

In the meantime, at the ruins on the surface, the expression of Aetomoye, with a height of ten meters and a hundred distorted faces all over his body, turned grim.

Aetomoye let out a furious roar as he faced off against the attacks from three God Realm cultivators from Damos. He conjured a few bloody handprints in the air and sent the trio flying. With the trio down on the ground, he urgently turned around and flew toward the Seboxia statue.

At the edge of the second wall, every inch of Hossom’s body was covered in injuries.

As a Grandmaster with the secret technique of his family, his speed was his lifeline.

Yet, at that moment, he couldn’t increase his pace with Prima in tow.

Swinging the scrapers in his hands, he blocked one after another barrage of attacks from various weapons around him. He quickly retreated once he had Prima lifted with his spiritual energy.

With the successive assaults from a dozen Grandmasters, he couldn’t break through the wall they formed even if he possessed the most powerful cultivation methods.

His only choice was to ditch Prima if he wanted to evade his attackers’ pursuit.

However, that was the only option he didn’t want to take.

Unbeknownst to Hossom, Prima was no longer a target of his mission.

After he infiltrated the Bazar Temple with Prima’s help, they had been in each other’s company for only a week.

In truth, Hossom had expended a year scouring for this woman’s information before meeting her.

Each time Prima left for Crowsaint to visit her grandfather, Hossom would be trailing after her from afar.

Every time she arrived at Crowsaint, she would accompany her grandfather for the entire day.

She would tell him about some anecdotes she came across, intentionally bicker with him, share delicious food, and watch the sunset in a garden.

While Hossom would conscientiously monitor Prima’s every move from afar so as to get her trust for the smooth proceeding of his plan later on.

He would even use a recording device to record her every move and glance, then analyze her character, habits, and feelings behind each microexpression.

Hossom had dedicated his whole self to being a thief.

A year’s worth of preparation resulted in him knowing Prima better than himself.

That was why he could get her to fall head over heels for him in seven days.

Hossom knew the meaning behind each of her glances and actions.

With that one year, there were some scenes that also boggled Hossom.

Every time after spending a day with her grandfather, Prima’s eyes would be dead when she left Crowsaint.

She was Seboxiasm’s high priestess. She would receive tens of thousands of support when she returned, so she shouldn’t have that look in her eyes.

Even if Prima asked him to elope with her, he merely thought of her as a woman who was stupidly in love.

Having never been in her shoes, Hossom wasn’t aware Prima was a reincarnated God’s Body.

However, when she asked him if he would leave her there with a smile, realization finally dawned upon him.

In Prima’s eyes, Bazar Temple, which everyone considered a holy land, was hell.

The emerald badge that allowed her free access past Crowsaint’s two walls was her only hope of leaving that hell.

Yet, she gave it to him, and he dumped her there.

Turning his head to look at Prima floating beside him, Hossom clenched his jaw with determination.

“Hold on! Stay alive! Do you hear me, Prima? I, Hossom Hoffman, am here to elope with you.”