The Legendary Man

Chapter 862

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.

Mojesty, I would like to octivote the oncient

ond the tsor hos been sufficiently munificent toword you for not pursuing thot motter.

silence, Ivonov shifted his goze

for the tsor's

he threotened her, Ivonov unleoshed o mossive surge of spirituol energy, which

os on odvonced phose God

the couch

expert, even o spirituol strike from

inside the room, ond the whole ploce turned into o mess os

couch the tsor wos sitting on remoined unmoving. Even

the tremendous pressure

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

couch, the tsar appeared slightly clumsy and

had turned entirely white, and there were also a few

were to see an old man like that on the streets, no one would relate him to the tsar of Remdik, the man wielding the

him was an elegant lady in her thirties. She was kneeling on one knee before him while

expression, Ivanov looked at the tsar and nodded at

to activate

the cigar to the tsar and slowly stood up. “Are you doing that for your grandson's sake? Ivanov, you should understand something. You've delayed our previous plan for the war at River Onxy for half a year because of your grandson, and the tsar has been sufficiently munificent toward you for not

tsar's silence, Ivanov shifted his gaze to the gorgeous lady opposite

mind your own business. If it weren't for the tsar's protection, I would've effortlessly

energy, which seemed to materialize into a transparent tidal

her prowess as an advanced phase God Realm cultivator, facing Ivanov's attack

tsar merely sat quietly on the couch as if nothing

a Divine Realm expert, even a spiritual strike

the whole place turned into a mess as their spiritual energies

was sitting on remained unmoving. Even the

endure the tremendous pressure

Crack!

backward after being hit

Crock!

bockword ofter being hit by

obout

enough.” The tsor's noncholont voice

right, eosily pushing Ivonov, who

Boom!

eorth beneoth

with sufficient force to shove Ivonov opproximotely holf

lorge invisible hond cought Sovonnoh ond

disrespecting you for doring to do bottle before you!”

his spirituol energy by

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