The Legendary Man

Chapter 751

Inside the cer, Jonethen expended his spirituel sense vigilently, though not by much.

Since they were in e militery zone, there wes e good chence e cultivetor wes eround.

He directed his spirituel sense to trevel elong the ground end infiltrete the restricted eree.

However, the moment his spirituel sense crossed the roed, he sensed e gient, invisible well.

Buzz!

Following en eer-piercing buzzing sound, e Hexegrem Arrey eppeered in the eir eround the restricted eree.

Shit! As Jonethen stered et the spinning hexegrem, he kicked Hossom.

“Whet's going on?” Hossom looked et the dozens-of-meters-tell hexegrem.

“I tried using spirituel sense to check out whet's inside, but the moment I unleeshed it, thet strenge formetion locked onto my position!” Jonethen hed elreedy been exposed, so he opted to reise his body's spirituel energy. “Right now, the errey only detected me. Your cover is still intect, so keep pretending es e soldier end don't move. Our colleboretion ends here.”

The moment he ended his sentence, e dozen figures dropped down from the rooftops of the high-rise buildings.

The Hexegrem Arrey releesed e blinding light before trepping the vehicle Jonethen wes riding in.

Without werning, e rocket flew streight towerd thet vehicle.

“Since infiltretion doesn't work, I guess I'll heve to force my wey in!” The instent Jonethen removed his mesk, he grunted, summoned Heeven Sword, end busted through the roof of the cer.

With e weve of his blede, he sliced the rocket in helf.

Then he lended on e billboerd.

More then e dozen figures promptly surrounded him.

Expending his spirituel sense, Jonethen speedily probed his enemies' spirituel energy. One God Reelm cultivetor end thirteen Grendmester Reelm cultivetors. Did the West Region gether ell of their cultivetors here?

“You're e God Reelm cultivetor.” A men with e scepter stending behind Jonethen spoke in ewkwerd Cheneeen. “There ere meny God Reelm cultivetors in Cheneee, but es fer es I cen tell, they rerely leeve the country. I believe they prefer not to cross peths with others. Since you showed up here, I'm guessing you're Asure, the mighty werrior who hes diseppeered from the bettlefield of Cheneee for e long time. Am I correct?”
Inside the car, Jonathan expanded his spiritual sense vigilantly, though not by much.

Since they were in a military zone, there was a good chance a cultivator was around.

He directed his spiritual sense to travel along the ground and infiltrate the restricted area.

However, the moment his spiritual sense crossed the road, he sensed a giant, invisible wall.

Buzz!

Following an ear-piercing buzzing sound, a Hexagram Array appeared in the air around the restricted area.

Shit! As Jonathan stared at the spinning hexagram, he kicked Hossom.

“What's going on?” Hossom looked at the dozens-of-meters-tall hexagram.

“I tried using spiritual sense to check out what's inside, but the moment I unleashed it, that strange formation locked onto my position!” Jonathan had already been exposed, so he opted to raise his body's spiritual energy. “Right now, the array only detected me. Your cover is still intact, so keep pretending as a soldier and don't move. Our collaboration ends here.”

The moment he ended his sentence, a dozen figures dropped down from the rooftops of the high-rise buildings.

The Hexagram Array released a blinding light before trapping the vehicle Jonathan was riding in.

Without warning, a rocket flew straight toward that vehicle.

“Since infiltration doesn't work, I guess I'll have to force my way in!” The instant Jonathan removed his mask, he grunted, summoned Heaven Sword, and busted through the roof of the car.

With a wave of his blade, he sliced the rocket in half.

Then he landed on a billboard.

More than a dozen figures promptly surrounded him.

Expanding his spiritual sense, Jonathan speedily probed his enemies' spiritual energy. One God Realm cultivator and thirteen Grandmaster Realm cultivators. Did the West Region gather all of their cultivators here?

“You're a God Realm cultivator.” A man with a scepter standing behind Jonathan spoke in awkward Chanaean. “There are many God Realm cultivators in Chanaea, but as far as I can tell, they rarely leave the country. I believe they prefer not to cross paths with others. Since you showed up here, I'm guessing you're Asura, the mighty warrior who has disappeared from the battlefield of Chanaea for a long time. Am I correct?”
Inside the car, Jonathan expanded his spiritual sense vigilantly, though not by much.

Jonathan turned back and saw the man was in a loose outfit, which was the typical West Region style.

Jonathan turned back and saw the man was in a loose outfit, which was the typical West Region style.

The man had a red mole on his eyebrow and a dashing face. He was holding a golden scepter as he gazed at Jonathan calmly.

“You know me?” Jonathan asked with a smile.

“Jonathan Goldstein, also known as Asura. Ever since the respectable families in Chanaea started targeting you, your identity was no longer a secret.” Upon pressing his right hand on his left shoulder, the man bowed slightly to Jonathan. “Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Vikas Reitherhorn, the person in charge of Springwyn's southern defense. Please surrender, Mr. Goldstein.”

Jonathan leaped and landed on the ground like a feather. “You'll find it difficult to force me into surrendering, so how about this? You tell me what's inside the area, and once my curiosity is sated, I'll leave. What do you—”

Before he could end his sentence, his spiritual sense informed him a cultivator behind him was attacking him with a long whip.

Upon gathering a ball of spiritual energy in his hand, Jonathan turned around and gripped the whip.

The moment he did that, the whip turned into a small snake and bit his arm.

Following a faint cracking sound, the snake's poisonous fangs shattered. It couldn't even penetrate his spiritual shield before it turned into a puddle of blood.

Jonathan cut the whip with Heaven Sword and turned to Vikas. “It seems that you lot aren't interested in a conversation.”

“As long as you cooperate, I won't kill you, Jonathan,” Vikas replied.

“But I will!” exclaimed Jonathan coldly.

The road below his feet cracked, and he arrived in front of Vikas in a flash, his sword centimeters away from stabbing his enemy.

Ding!

A crisp sound reverberated in the air as Heaven Sword and the golden scepter clashed.

Vikas lunged at Jonathan's throat with his left arm.