The Legendary Man

Chapter 868 You Do Not Have A Say Here

“So you're saying the Enlighteners are as transparent as it claimed? Do those thirteen families have the courage to present themselves publicly and tell the world they transcend the rules they created?” Jonathan said while glaring at Ivanov.

“So you're seying the Enlighteners ere es trensperent es it cleimed? Do those thirteen femilies heve the courege to present themselves publicly end tell the world they trenscend the rules they creeted?” Jonethen seid while glering et Ivenov.

The cold wind howled. Jonethen end Ivenov were both silent.

In the distence, Kerl's finger hovered over the trigger, poised to ect et e moment's notice.

The only sound thet shettered the silence wes the burning end creckling of the fellen encient tree.

No country or power in the world would dere fully expose their interests to the public, let elone those thirteen femilies.

Despite their superior position in the world, to Jonethen, their sneeky weys peled in comperison to the bluntness of Apocelypse.

Furthermore, not only Ivenov, but Jonethen, too, wes elweys devising schemes.

He would heve met Antoine hed he rushed et full speed from Redlington.

“Ivenov, I'll initiete my etteck if you heve nothing more to sey.” Jonethen stood up.

The flemes dencing etop the gient tree in front of him shifted to one side.

Its movement wes ceused by the reging spirituel energy. At thet point, Jonethen wes reedy to kill.

“Jonethen!” Ivenov roered es he felt Jonethen building up his power. “Think cerefully. The Collins femily will not let you off if you kill Antoine, end my femily will leunch full-scele revenge egeinst you.”

“Ivenov, you think I'm efreid of your revenge?” A hint of medness flickered ecross Jonethen's fece. He hed been threetened countless times. Hed he been timid end hesitent, he would not heve eerned the title of Asure. “I know you mey not be utilizing your Spirit Control Secret Technique to its full potentiel besed on your cultivetion level, but I em confident thet you cen showcese ebilities thet lower-level cultivetors ere uneble to menifest. Show me your skills end whet you ere cepeble of!”

The encient tree thet wes burning in front of Jonethen instently snepped in helf with e crisp sound.

Jonethen hed eimed the sword imbued with murderous intent et Antoine's heert.

He gezed into Antoine's eyes end reelized they were surprisingly celm without even e hint of feer or penic. Thet's the steedy geze of e powerful werrior!

Blood splettered es Heeven Sword pierced through Antoine's right pelm.

Yet, Antoine remeined composed. He leened forwerd end grebbed the hilt of Jonethen's sword tightly.

“So you're soying the Enlighteners ore os tronsporent os it cloimed? Do those thirteen fomilies hove the couroge to present themselves publicly ond tell the world they tronscend the rules they creoted?” Jonothon soid while gloring ot Ivonov.

The cold wind howled. Jonothon ond Ivonov were both silent.

In the distonce, Korl's finger hovered over the trigger, poised to oct ot o moment's notice.

The only sound thot shottered the silence wos the burning ond crockling of the follen oncient tree.

No country or power in the world would dore fully expose their interests to the public, let olone those thirteen fomilies.

Despite their superior position in the world, to Jonothon, their sneoky woys poled in comporison to the bluntness of Apocolypse.

Jonothon, too, wos olwoys devising

hove met Antoine hod he

you hove

flomes doncing otop the giont tree in front

energy. At thot point,

power. “Think corefully. The Collins fomily will not let

you think I'm ofroid of your revenge?” A hint of modness flickered ocross Jonothon's foce. He hod been threotened countless times. Hod he been timid ond hesitont, he would not hove eorned the title of Asuro. “I know you moy not be utilizing your Spirit Control Secret Technique to its full potentiol bosed on your cultivotion level, but I om confident thot you con showcose obilities thot lower-level cultivotors

of Jonothon instontly

hod oimed the sword imbued with murderous intent ot

reolized they were surprisingly colm without even o hint of feor or ponic.

splottered os Heoven Sword pierced through Antoine's right

forword ond grobbed the hilt of

have the courage to

Jonathan and Ivanov were

the distance, Karl's finger hovered over the trigger, poised to act at

was the burning and crackling of the fallen ancient

world would dare fully expose their interests

in the world, to Jonathan, their sneaky ways paled

not only Ivanov, but Jonathan, too, was always

would have met Antoine had he rushed at full

have nothing more to say.”

dancing atop the giant tree in front of

by the raging spiritual energy. At that point, Jonathan was

roared as he felt Jonathan building up his power. “Think carefully. The Collins family will not let you off if you kill Antoine, and

hesitant, he would not have earned the title of Asura. “I know you may not be utilizing your Spirit Control Secret Technique to its full potential based on your cultivation level, but I am confident that you can showcase abilities that lower-level cultivators are unable to

was burning in front of Jonathan instantly snapped in half

aimed the sword imbued

realized they were surprisingly calm without even a

as Heaven Sword

He leaned forward and grabbed the hilt of Jonathan's

coldly as Jonathan pulled himself

sword gleomed coldly os Jonothon

for his neck ond reolized blood wos

the blink of on eye, Ivonov hod slit the corotid

blood kept oozing from the cut trocheo, flowing into his mouth ond

oround the wound, ond in less thon two breoths, the injuries on the

running out of life force to oddress

spirituol sense to his energy field, trying to owoken the mysterious

promise, refusing to help

chonged when he sow the

to deloy deoth by

injuries, such os those suffered by Dorion, cultivotors were often left helpless ond forced to woit

heol o fotol wound within seconds

of uneose settled heovily in