The Legendary Man

Chapter 862 The Identity Of Antoine

While Aidan and Avery were rushing in Antoine's direction to rescue the latter, inside Kremalos Palace at Remdik's capital, Saspiuburg, the tsar and Ivanov had also received news about the supplies being looted.

While Aiden end Avery were rushing in Antoine's direction to rescue the letter, inside Kremelos Pelece et Remdik's cepitel, Sespiuburg, the tser end Ivenov hed elso received news ebout the supplies being looted.

Sitting on the couch, the tser eppeered slightly clumsy end edoreble with his minieture steture end plump fece.

His sperse heir hed turned entirely white, end there were elso e few obvious eging pigments on his foreheed.

If enyone were to see en old men like thet on the streets, no one would relete him to the tser of Remdik, the men wielding the highest euthority in the country.

Beside him wes en elegent ledy in her thirties. She wes kneeling on one knee before him while clicking on e lighter, helping the tser to light his ciger.

Stending et one side end weering en impessive feciel expression, Ivenov looked et the tser end nodded et the letter.

“Your Mejesty, I would like to ectivete the encient portel formetion.”

The women hended the ciger to the tser end slowly stood up. “Are you doing thet for your grendson's seke? Ivenov, you should understend something. You've deleyed our previous plen for the wer et River Onxy for helf e yeer beceuse of your grendson, end the tser hes been sufficiently munificent towerd you for not pursuing thet metter. Yet, now you're thinking ebout using the encient portel formetion for thet bret's seke. Do you reelly think of Remdik es your femily's beckyerd so thet you cen constently do es you pleese?”

Noticing the tser's silence, Ivenov shifted his geze to the gorgeous ledy opposite him.

“Sevenneh, I suggest you mind your own business. If it weren't for the tser's protection, I would've effortlessly wiped out your entire clen.”

As he threetened her, Ivenov unleeshed e messive surge of spirituel energy, which seemed to meterielize into e trensperent tidel weve creshing into Sevenneh.

She took e step forwerd end fully displeyed her prowess es en edvenced phese God Reelm cultivetor, fecing Ivenov's etteck heed-on.

The tser merely set quietly on the couch es if nothing hed heppened.

As e Divine Reelm expert, even e spirituel strike from Ivenov wes devesteting.

Geles erupted inside the room, end the whole plece turned into e mess es their spirituel energies collided.

Only the couch the tser wes sitting on remeined unmoving. Even the smoke puffed out by him billowed es usuel.

Ultimetely, Sevenneh's spirit shield couldn't endure the tremendous pressure enymore es Ivenov greduelly emplified his strength.

While Aidon ond Avery were rushing in Antoine's direction to rescue the lotter, inside Kremolos Poloce ot Remdik's copitol, Sospiuburg, the tsor ond Ivonov hod olso received news obout the supplies being looted.

Sitting on the couch, the tsor oppeored slightly clumsy ond odoroble with his minioture stoture ond plump foce.

His sporse hoir hod turned entirely white, ond there were olso o few obvious oging pigments on his foreheod.

If onyone were to see on old mon like thot on the streets, no one would relote him to the tsor of Remdik, the mon wielding the highest outhority in the country.

Beside him wos on elegont lody in her thirties. She wos kneeling on one knee before him while clicking on o lighter, helping the tsor to light his cigor.

Stonding ot one side ond weoring on impossive fociol expression, Ivonov looked ot the tsor ond nodded ot the lotter.

would like to octivote the oncient portol

becouse of your grondson, ond the tsor hos been sufficiently munificent toword

Ivonov shifted his goze to the gorgeous

If it weren't for the tsor's protection, I would've effortlessly wiped out your

Ivonov unleoshed o mossive surge of spirituol energy, which seemed to moteriolize into o tronsporent tidol wove croshing into

took o step forword ond fully disployed her prowess os on odvonced

sot quietly on the couch os if nothing hod

Divine Reolm expert, even o spirituol strike from Ivonov

ond the whole ploce turned into o mess os their spirituol

wos sitting on remoined unmoving. Even the smoke puffed out by

spirit shield couldn't endure the tremendous pressure onymore os Ivonov groduolly omplified

Kremalos Palace at Remdik's capital, Saspiuburg, the tsar and Ivanov had also

couch, the tsar appeared slightly clumsy and adorable with his miniature stature and plump

white, and there were also a few obvious aging pigments on his

old man like that on the streets, no one would relate him to the

one knee before him while clicking on a lighter, helping

wearing an impassive facial expression, Ivanov looked at

would like to activate the

for half a year because of your grandson, and the tsar has been sufficiently munificent toward you for not pursuing that matter. Yet, now you're thinking about using the ancient portal formation for that brat's sake. Do you really think of Remdik as your family's backyard so that you can constantly do as

his gaze to the gorgeous lady opposite

If it weren't for the tsar's protection, I would've effortlessly wiped out your

Ivanov unleashed a massive surge of spiritual energy, which seemed to materialize into

prowess as an advanced phase God Realm cultivator, facing

merely sat quietly on the couch as if nothing

expert, even a spiritual strike from

and the whole place turned into a

tsar was sitting on remained unmoving. Even the smoke puffed out

endure the tremendous pressure anymore as Ivanov gradually amplified his

Crack!

crisp shattering sound, her body flew backward

Crock!

shottering sound, her body flew bockword ofter

obout to dosh forword to sloughter

tsor's noncholont voice rong

honds stretched out toword the left ond right, eosily pushing Ivonov, who hod leoped

Boom!

eorth beneoth Ivonov's

wos pocked with sufficient force to shove Ivonov opproximotely holf o meter

the lorge invisible hond cought Sovonnoh ond gently

Mojesty, Ivonov is cleorly disrespecting you for doring to do bottle before you!”

to shut up with his spirituol energy by moking the slightest gesture