The Legendary Man novel Chapter 877

The Legendary Man Chapter 877-“You asked for it!”

Paurius moved his feet slightly. In the next instant, he had traversed dozens of meters to deliver Ksana a punch.

Ksana remained completely still, her gaze locked on Jonathan as if she hadn’t even noticed the impending attack.

It was clear that she was waiting for Jonathan to make up his mind!

Finally, right before Paurius’ punch could land on Ksana’s face, Jonathan made a move.

The chessboard beneath Ksana’s feet glowed brilliantly, and instantly, she disappeared from Paurius’ sight.

Jonathan took the bottle of blue liquid from Ksana without hesitation.

It can restore one’s youth? Is it truly possible that such a miracle exists?

Jonathan was highly skeptical of Ksana’s claim that the mysterious blue liquid was a miraculous elixir capable of restoring youth.

As stated in the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique manual, even in times when cultivation resources were abundant, no one had been able to concoct an elixir that could guarantee immortality.

In this current era, spiritual energy was scarce, so it was impossible to create a potion of such magnitude.

It was the coffin in Jonathan’s elixir field that gave him the order to do so.

According to the coffin, he must get the blue liquid and ask about its origins.

Despite not knowing what that was, he knew that this was important as the coffin had spoken.

After all, inside the coffin was Seboxia himself who founded Seboxiasm over one thousand and six hundred years ago.

Jonathan had no idea how he kept his soul intact, but his life force could bring back the dead, a feat that filled Jonathan with admiration.

Judging from the coffin’s attitude, he couldn’t help but fear the unknown.

“Where did you get this?” Jonathan asked Ksana.

“Jonathan!” A black arrow of fire materialized in Paurius’ hand. “Sometimes, it’s wiser to remain ignorant. Give me the bottle and kill Ksana, and I can pretend that I never saw you. Our organization won’t hold you accountable for any of the acts you committed in Remdik.”

“What if I say no?” Jonathan kept the bottle of blue liquid in his storage ring and pointed his spear at Paurius. “Should I ask her? Or can you provide me with the answer? I just want to know who created the Holy Blood.”

“Alexievich,” Ksana revealed a strange name slowly.

Opposite her, Paurius’ forehead was covered with bulging veins, and he nervously ran his hand through his hair before finally allowing himself to slump into a posture of complete relaxation.

“All I want is to get the Holy Blood back. I don’t want to create trouble. Why must you force me to kill?”

Standing on the chessboard, Paurius let out a loud roar.

Following his cry, two figures landed on the chessboard and surrounded Jonathan.

Two God Realm cultivators!

Jonathan felt his heart sink when he discovered their ranks.

If the chessboard focused only on defense, it could effectively defend against any attack from a God Realm cultivator in a minimized state. If it were to incorporate elements of attack and change, it would be able to control up to two God Realm cultivators in the center of the board. However, with four of them present, Jonathan’s ability to withstand the onslaught was severely limited.

Jonathan possessed only a small portion of Pryncyp of Strength, yet it was a powerful weapon that granted him immense might.

However, Jonathan was now outnumbered.

“Ksana, where is that person you speak of?” Jonathan continued asking coldly.

The coffin had ordered him to ask the question. Otherwise, he would’ve left without looking back.

The coffin’s obvious eagerness indicated that he had gotten himself into a tremendous amount of trouble.