The Legendary Man novel Chapter 888

The Legendary Man Chapter 888-Ksana felt a strong killing intent from the Heaven Sword that was suspended before her.

Prior to this, she had witnessed Jonathan’s prowess before.

If Jonathan had not been injured, he would have defeated Paurius easily.

Thus, Jonathan’s combat ability was not something Ksana could ever hope to fight against.

Ksana shook her head slightly as she stared into Jonathan’s eyes. She raised both hands to show that she had no intention of attacking and slowly took several steps backward.

“Jonathan, I finally managed to escape after all this time. I’ve been imprisoned by Sanctuary ever since I was five years old. I’m not a threat to you. Please, I only have three months left to live. Please let me see the world. I’m begging you…” Ksana pleaded before turning around and sprinting away.

“Bind!” Jonathan spat out the command coldly.

Bolts of purple light shot out from the chessboard, instantly restraining Ksana’s figure.

Jonathan’s hand clamped down hard on Ksana’s neck.

“Ksana, Coffin is one of my trump cards and is something that cannot be revealed to others. Do not blame me for this.”

“I’m willing to sign a contract!” Ksana shouted.

Jonathan, who had been about to exert more pressure with his hands, paused briefly before giving Ksana a puzzled look.

“Contract? What are you talking about?”

“A soul contract!” Ksana squeezed out the words painfully. “It’s similar to Chanaea’s blood ritual. If I go against the condition of the contract, I will die a violent death.”

Ksana reached for the blade of Jonathan’s Heaven Sword and tugged at it. Immediately after touching the sword, a dark red stain coated her right palm.

Spiritual energy surged as the blood on Ksana’s hands turned into interwoven tendrils before they drifted toward the sky.

Soon after that, a complex oval-shaped arcane array was formed.

An odd fluctuation of energy descended from the sky, enveloping Ksana and the arcane array in front of her.

“Esteemed lord of all beings, I hereby bequeath you my blood and offer up my soul for the contract. If I reveal what I’ve seen or heard today, may you eradicate my soul, disintegrate my flesh, and turn me into a reviled creature that can no longer hear your gospel.”

Following the incantation, Ksana pressed her wounded right hand on the sigil.

A cold wind blew as the sigil that was suspended in mid-air trembled as if it had come to life and entered Ksana’s body.

Jonathan remained indifferent as he gazed at an exhausted-looking Ksana.

“Jonathan, I will be punished by the Pryncyp if the notion of revealing your secret even crosses my mind. Before I can utter a single word, the Heavenly Pryncyp will strike me down. Would this suffice?”

Jonathan nodded slightly in response to Ksana’s bitter look. “Truth be told, I have no idea what you’re talking about, nor have I ever seen such an arcane array. I find it hard to trust you.”

“What should I do then?” Ksana asked helplessly. Invoking the Heavenly Pryncyp took a heavy toll on the cultivator’s essence. Not only does he not believe me, but he also stood there and watched as I completed the ritual. Is he messing with me?

Jonathan was deep in thought as he pondered the dilemma.