The Legendary Man novel Chapter 953

The Legendary Man Chapter 953- One Versus Three

At that moment, not only was Ksana’s mouth and nose bleeding, but blood was also trickling down from her eyes and ears.

An ordinary person would’ve lost their sense of direction in that condition. Fortunately, cultivators above Grandmaster Realm could still rely on their spiritual sense.

Ksana closed her eyes and expanded her spiritual sense, allowing it to flow outward like a gushing stream.

She compressed her spiritual sense, which was sufficiently powerful to cover approximately one hundred and fifty to one hundred and sixty meters, to work only within the sixty meters radius around her.

Such a dense distribution of spiritual sense further augmented Ksana’s perception of her surroundings.

Although she couldn’t hear or see a thing, she could actually sense the breathing and heartbeats of the trio in front of her in that extreme state.

Ksana’s body was invigorated by Holy Blood’s potent efficacy.

At that instant, every breath she took was rapidly exhausting her vitality.

“Something’s off with the woman. Let’s kill her!”

After the burly middle-aged man roared, all the three Remdikian cultivators dashed forward in Ksana’s direction.

Crack!

The earth shattered. Ksana’s boots, which she specifically custom-made for battle, exploded into pieces as she stomped the ground.

Even after using Holy Blood to strengthen her body, Ksana didn’t dare to take the three God Realm cultivators’ attacks lightly.

The tip of the blade barely grazed Ksana’s nose as she dodged to the side. The next instant, she abruptly thrust the broken blade in her hand, colliding her weapon head-on with a pair of boxing gloves.

She ducked and slid under the massive axe blade. With both hands supporting her, Ksana booted that muscular man’s chin with both her legs.

Bam!

A dull thud rang out as the brawny man covered his chest with both hands and flew backward toward the sky.

On Ksana’s sides, the long sword and fists swung at her again.

Brandishing all seven broken blades, she formed a sword array around her, but the incoming fist on her left directly smashed through her sword array and crashed into her shoulder.

Ksana lost her balance and was sent flying backward. She forcibly twisted her body in midair to dodge the long sword behind her.

However, the trio’s collaboration was impeccable. It was as if they had rehearsed their formation hundreds of times.

As Ksana spun, the long slender sword pierced through her ribs.

While falling into that man’s arms, she grabbed the sword-wielding cultivator’s hair and headbutted him in the face.

The sound of bones breaking reverberated. Then, she hurriedly leaped up and landed on the rooftop of a three-story building by the street.

With a long sword stuck in her ribs, Ksana flicked her wrist to discard a large piece of bloody scalp while holding the backpack in her left hand.

In midair earlier, she ditched her broken blade and took off the backpack.

Otherwise, the long sword penetrating her ribs would’ve also gone through Charleigh, who was inside the backpack.

The trio on the ground gazed at Ksana in astonishment.

Sanctuary was an existence that could instill shock and a sense of oppression in everyone who had heard of the organization.

Still, most Remdikian cultivators regarded the organization with disdain.

After all, aside from a small number of people such as Jokovich and the others, Sanctuary’s God Realm cultivators were nurtured, like the vegetables in a greenhouse.

If twenty pairs of God Realm cultivators from Sanctuary and the outside world were pitted against one another in a one-on-one fight, the outcome would be highly surprising, even if one cultivator from Sanctuary could win the match.