The Legendary Man

Chapter 480 Insane

Jonathan’s mind raced as he looked at Quinton’s menacing and vicious gaze.

After acquiring the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, Jonathan had been pondering whether there were beings similar to him in the world.

People like Zachary and the others who attained the title of King of War were certainly powerful and adept at fighting.

That being said, they were still undoubtedly mortals. Their training was merely to polish their external strengths instead of cultivation.

Jonathan’s meeting with Quinton that day had finally verified his hypothesis.

However, Jonathan was unsure whether it was due to Quinton’s cultivation method or because he was turning into a devil that the latter’s aura disappeared from time to time, giving him an unusually malicious and bizarre vibe.

“Interesting. According to the reports from my investigation, you are supposed to be an outgoing and cheery heir to an affluent family. Unexpectedly, the real you is a madman,” Jonathan uttered while looking at the bloodstains on Quinton’s body.

At the same time, Quinton had already completely adopted his true personality.

Standing on the lane, Quinton yanked away his shirt, revealing numerous scars of various sizes on his chest.

“I had to put on the pretense,” Quinton replied sinisterly while warming up his limbs.

“Ever since I was tested to have the qualification to cultivate, I was trapped in a secret underground basement for a year and a half cultivating. F*ck! I wanted to become an artist, but they forced me to cultivate. Those people would hang me up in midair whenever I stopped and beat me up. In a year and a half, I entered the Precelestial Realm and rose to the Postcelestial Realm, all for the sake of killing that b*stard! He was just a lowly servant. How dare he order me around?”

At that moment, Quinton appeared to have entirely lost his sanity. Half-arching his body, he seemed to be muttering to himself but was simultaneously recounting his past to Jonathan.

Quinton was indeed too lonely.

others. To put it more precisely, no one could understand the impact of the underground life he led in

Jonathan, Quinton unleashed

since you do not hesitate to commit a murder, I suppose you understand the thrill of killing

desperately hoping the latter would give him an affirmative

strength imposed an indescribable pressure on

wished Jonathan could agree

at least acquire a sliver of comfort after all his

end others’ lives, but I do not take the lives of innocent people. I only kill those who deserve to die. For example, I will have to eliminate you if you try to kill

killing me? I thought we were the same kind of people. I guess I was wrong. Do you know that the b*stard trembled in fear and begged me for mercy when I wrapped my fist tightly around his throat? He was even willing to give everything up just to stay alive. From that moment onward,

Jonathan expressionlessly, waiting for

give you a chance to pick your options too. You can kneel and beg for mercy. If you do that, I can

for discussion.” Quinton chuckled. The next

to hell!” he bellowed, stiffening his right hand and jabbing directly

He is too slow.

on his eyes, Jonathan thought Quinton seemed to be moving extremely slowly despite the latter’s

his body forward a little, lifted his right leg, and attempted to boot Quinton in his

person’s elixir field was injured, they would have to recuperate for several months to recover if it was a minor injury. A severe impairment would lead to the utter loss of cultivation progress. That martial artist would no longer

see Quinton’s cultivation method, he reckoned there was no reason for him to do so if Quinton failed even to counter his

Bang!

grunt, Quinton flew backward with his hands

had shifted both his hands downward and blocked Jonathan’s right kick at the

expert… You are the kind of expert I have been looking for this whole time!” Quinton looked down at his hands, which were convulsing in pain. A hysterical

into the ground, his fingers parting the hardened soil like a sharp knife cleaving a

raised his left hand, pelting a fistful of soil at Jonathan’s face. Then, he stayed low and close to the floor like a leopard hunting

was a bona