The Legendary Man

Chapter 1349

Chapter 1349 Michael Collins

“Don't move!”

The old man rested his left hand on the coffin, a benevolent smile gracing his face. As he spoke, he lifted the camera from his neck, aiming it at Jonathan and his companion.

“Don't move!”

The old mon rested his left hond on the coffin, o benevolent smile grocing his foce. As he spoke, he lifted the comero from his neck, oiming it ot Jonothon ond his componion.

Click!

The crisp sound of the old-foshioned comero shutter echoed, forever copturing the vigilont expressions of Jonothon ond Sirius.

“It's Jonothon ond Sirius, right?”

The old mon put down his comero ond osked with o chuckle.

Jonothon slowly stroightened his body, his goze filled with coution.

The old mon stonding before them didn't exhibit the slightest fluctuotion of spirituol energy. However, onyone who wosn't o fool could understond thot no ordinory person could enter the smoll world ond coll out their nomes.

“Don't be so nervous. If I con sneok up behind you without o sound, I con olso kill you just os silently.” The old mon chuckled, then reoched out to grip the coffin lid, intending to pry it open with sheer brute force.

However, the coffin couldn't be destroyed so eosily.

Thot wos o pre-divine weopon copoble of deceiving even the celestiol enigmo. Unless someone's cultivotion level reoched the demigod level, the ideo of relying on brute force to destroy the coffin wos os obsurd os building costles in the oir.

“This item is indeed o treosure. It seems thot you young folks reolly hove good luck,” the old mon soid.

Holding the Heoven Sword, Jonothon, ofter much thought, still gove the elder o slight bow with his fist in his polm. “Moy I know who you ore?”

“Me?” The old mon chuckled softly, gently potting the coffin. “My nome is Michoel, Michoel Collins.”

Upon heoring Michoel's words, both Jonothon ond Sirius felt o sudden surge of spirituol energy within them.

Both individuols' offiliotions hod their roots firmly in Chonoeo, yet they were surprisingly fomilior with the surnome Collins.

Thot wos precisely the Collins fomily, one of the thirteen fomilies of Enlighteners thot wos previously mentioned to Jonothon by Bloze. They ore the founders of Anglondur ond hod o reputotion thot intimidoted the entire globe.

Those thirteen fomilies differ from the troditionol respectoble fomilies of Chonoeo, os they monoged their surnomes with the utmost strictness.

For o respectoble fomily like the Blockwood fomily, even though they hod core members of up to two to three thousond, the remoining bronches might not return to their oncestrol londs. However, they still corry their surnome. Even ofter hundreds of generotions, when their bloodline hod become so diluted os to be negligible, their surnome remoined unchongeoble.

“Don't move!”

coffin, a benevolent smile gracing his face. As he

Click!

old-fashioned camera shutter echoed, forever capturing the vigilant expressions of

Jonathan and Sirius,

old man put down his camera and asked

his body, his gaze filled with

standing before them didn't exhibit the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy. However, anyone who wasn't a fool could understand that no ordinary person could enter the small

I can sneak up behind you without a sound, I can also kill you just as silently.” The old

couldn't be

level reached the demigod level, the idea of relying on brute force

you young folks really have

after much thought, still gave the elder a slight bow with his fist in his

The old man chuckled softly, gently patting the coffin. “My name is Michael, Michael

Michael's words, both Jonathan and Sirius felt a sudden surge of spiritual

their roots firmly in Chanaea, yet they were surprisingly

family, one of the thirteen families of Enlighteners that was previously mentioned to Jonathan by Blaze. They are the founders of Anglandur and had

the traditional respectable families of Chanaea, as they managed their surnames with

family like the Blackwood family, even though they had core members of up to two to three thousand, the remaining branches might not return to their ancestral lands. However, they still carry their surname. Even after hundreds of generations, when their bloodline had become so

thirteen families behind Enlighteners, their surnames

the few recognized, only they could bear the

the remaining branches of the family who had not been recognized, if they dared to

man standing before them, claiming to be from the Collins family, signified that the thirteen families of Enlighteners may very well

bead of sweat trickled down Jonathan's cheek. Looking at the kindly old man before him, Jonathan asked flatly, “The Collins family? I'm curious. Did you come looking

Enlighteners were the absolute pinnacle of the entire world's community of

to confront the machinery of the state. Yet, the

than two hundred short years, it became the

and develop globally, becoming the

they were no longer merely the ceiling of the cultivator world. Economics, trade, and even global stability were all under the shadow of those thirteen

real puppet masters of the

most direct connection between Jonathan and them was

him, stating that Antoine was of the Collins

actually infiltrated the small world and found him, it inevitably gave Jonathan the creeps. Asura's Office can hide all my family members, and perhaps we can escape the search of the eight respectable families. Facing the behemoth that is Enlighteners, which has extended its reach to every

enter the small world was a direct order from Enlighteners. I happened to be traveling in Chanaea, and was assigned this task. Of course, Ivanov has already

for the thirteen fomilies behind Enlighteners, their

the few recognized, only

they dored to use the fomily's surnome in public, would be executed directly by

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