The Legendary Man novel Chapter 817

The Legendary Man Chapter 817-As the chessboard began to shrink, the blood mist within the space also grew denser.

At that moment, Jonathan was like a human vacuum. The blood mist that came in contact with his skin lost its vitality and shriveled into dried blood scabs that fell onto the ground.

As the chessboard shrank rapidly until it was just about five meters wide, it finally met resistance from Aetomoye’s Pryncyp of Blood.

Glancing around, Jonathan surveyed his surroundings and saw that the blood mist gave him a wide berth of roughly two meters. It dared not venture closer.

Aetomoye understood that attacking Jonathan at this moment was tantamount to feeding the other party his own life force.

The life force that Jonathan had ingested earlier was immense. If Aetomoye had not consumed a few Grandmasters earlier, he would likely have been turned into a dried corpse.

As such, Aetomoye was greatly shocked.

He could not understand how a person like Jonathan, someone who had not mastered Pryncyp, was able to force him into a corner.

Wasn’t the power of Pryncyp supposed to reign over spiritual energy? Also, the cursed chessboard managed to imprison me. Not even Pryncyp of Blood could make a breakthrough. What’s going on?

The blood mist in the surroundings retreated as Jonathan extended his right hand. It was as if they were afraid that Jonathan would rush into the thick of it and begin consuming it.

“What’s wrong, Aetomoye? Are you afraid?” Jonathan sneered as he continued to scrutinize the blood mist around him. “Are you still going to accuse me of stealing from the establishment of Seboxia?”

“Jonathan, what the h*ll do you want?” Aetomoye’s voice sounded from all around Jonathan. “Didn’t you come to Bazar Temple for a treasure? I can tell you where it is if you let me out of here.”

Treasure?

Jonathan’s eyes glittered when he heard the word.

After all, the reason he came all the way to Bazar Temple was to find an antidote for Dorian.

However, he had gotten involved in the situation.

Currently, the mention of the treasure made the cogs in Jonathan’s mind turn.

“All right. Tell me where the treasure is, and I’ll let you go.” Jonathan grinned.

Although Jonathan smiled to express his goodwill, that smile was as terrifying as the evil spirits mentioned in Seboxia’s scriptures to Aetomoye.

The blood mist in front of Jonathan swirled and coalesced into a vaguely human form. Not long after, Aetomoye’s form emerged.

“Jonathan, let’s not play tricks on each other. I’m afraid you’ll kill me the moment I reveal the treasure trove’s location. I have a solution to this; just hear me out. The treasure trove is a thousand meters to your left. However, an immensely strong kill array lies beyond the trove. I know the way to break the kill array. Take me with you, and you can watch me break the kill array. If I try to deceive you, you can capture me with the chessboard. What do you think?”

In order to keep his life, Aetomoye no longer cared about sacrificing the sect. Thus, he immediately stated the conditions for his cooperation.

“Okay,” Jonathan replied without hesitation. With a light tap of his feet, Divine Chessboard instantly expanded and grew larger.

Cautiously, Aetomoye stood in the blood mist. It was only when he saw that Jonathan truly would not trap him did he feel a little relieved.

He lifted his hands and made a respectful gesture toward Jonathan before proceeding to lead the way.

“This way, Mr. Goldstein.”

“After you, great master.” Jonathan chuckled.

Aetomoye hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he turned around and strode forward.

The instant he turned around, Divine Chessboard shrank back rapidly. It compressed itself into a diameter of fewer than three meters.

Bam!

Following the muffled sound, Aetomoye once again reverted to his blood mist form.

Suspended in mid-air, Aetomoye cussed at Jonathan from above. “Jonathan, I knew you’d do this!”

“Right back at you!” Jonathan’s Heaven Sword flashed with a cold light as it flew toward Aetomoye’s head.

The first rule of the cultivator’s world was never to trust the words of one’s enemy, for the thing that benefited them the most was their opponent’s death.

Jonathan cleaved the head into two. With another swing of his blade, he drew a Pryncyp of Slaughter and trapped a large portion of the blood mist in his palm.

“Absorb!” Jonathan shouted. The blood mist in his hand instantly turned into dried-up scabs.

Divine Chessboard continued to shrink. Although the speed at which it shrank was extremely slow, Aetomoye could no longer escape.

Jonathan stood in the center of it all, and his hands splayed open to absorb the life force from the blood mist.

The narrower the Divine Chessboard became, the more futile the surrounding blood mist’s struggles became.

It was just as Aetomoye had said.