The Legendary Man novel Chapter 912

The Legendary Man Chapter 912-Jonathan stood amid the werewolves, a dumbfounded look on his face as they continued to drop like flies. Such is the power of Limitless Flying Blade!

As the one providing spiritual energy and Pryncyp to the flying sword, Jonathan was connected with it and could accurately control its trajectory.

What shocked him, however, was that he could no longer see where the sword was.

It was flying around too fast!

Anyone who had read Chanaean legends before would undoubtedly be familiar with flying swords.

All it took was a single thought from the cultivator, and he’d be able to fly the sword into armies to take down the heads of enemies.

It was a power many people wished they possessed, but alas, only cultivators would know the truth behind it.

In reality, flying swords weren’t as powerful as everyone had made them out to be.

Cultivators in Grandmaster Realm and above could release their spiritual sense and build a force field that expanded over tens of meters around themselves.

Once that was done, cultivators would then be able to manipulate the surrounding spiritual energy into any shape or form they desired.

Of course, that also meant they could control a flying sword within the force field instead of fighting with their bare fists.

Such a move might increase the attack range of the flying sword, but at the end of the day, control of it still depended on how skilled a cultivator was.

More importantly, expanding one’s force field to tens of meters was a massive drain on spiritual energy.

It was undeniable that controlling a weapon remotely with spiritual energy increased its effective attack range. However, the cultivator would also have to take time to alter the energy formation around him.

Even though the entire process wasn’t long, there would still be a delay, and a split-second hesitation during fights between elites could cost them their lives.

In short, using spiritual energy to control weapons was an utterly foolish move.

High-level cultivators would only deploy flying weapons when facing off against weaker counterparts or if they wanted to show off in front of mortals. Otherwise, there was just no practical advantage to it.

Jonathan’s Heaven Sword, however, was a whole other case.

Although he could sense the trajectory of the sword, he realized he couldn’t predict where it’d appear next.

In other words, Jonathan was merely providing Heaven Sword with spiritual energy; he wasn’t the one making decisions.

Heaven Sword was on its own killing spree!

Seconds later, the sword returned to Jonathan and hovered around him silently.

A werewolf dashed and leaped toward Jonathan’s head, but just as it brandished its claws, it was suddenly sliced in half by some peculiar force.

Having felt the murderous aura around him, Jonathan slowly took a few steps forward.

The werewolves pounced on him one after another, but alas, they all dropped dead before they could even get close to him.

Upon realizing that his Pryncyp of Slaughter was draining fast, Jonathan morphed into an afterimage and zipped through the crowd of werewolves. “Keep up with me, Heaven Sword!”

Without further ado, the sword turned invisible and circled Jonathan, leaving a pile of dead, bloodied werewolves in his wake.

As it turned out, the werewolves weren’t ordinary cultivators; they were all elites who had reached Foundation Stage.

Despite that, no one was a match for Heaven Sword, and they fell to the ground like crumbled pieces of meat.

With Heaven Sword single-handedly taking down hundreds of werewolves, Jonathan dodged them without breaking a sweat.

At that point, the number of werewolves remaining in Charleigh’s army couldn’t have exceeded five hundred.

If word got out that such a battle had occurred, Chanaea, Remdik, and even the rest of the world would undoubtedly be livid.