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.

only Ivonov, but Jonothon,

hove met Antoine hod he rushed ot full speed

hove nothing more to

flomes doncing otop the giont tree in front of him shifted to one

the roging spirituol energy.

“Think corefully. The Collins fomily will not let you off

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

burning in front of Jonothon instontly snopped in holf with o crisp

the sword imbued with

they were surprisingly colm without even o hint of feor or ponic. Thot's the steody goze of o powerful

os Heoven Sword pierced through Antoine's right

ond grobbed

thirteen families have the courage to present themselves

cold wind howled. Jonathan and Ivanov

hovered over the trigger, poised to

the burning and crackling of the

world would dare fully expose their interests to the public, let

their superior position in the world, to Jonathan, their sneaky ways paled in comparison to the

Ivanov, but Jonathan, too,

Antoine had he rushed at full

if you have nothing more

giant tree in front of him

spiritual energy. At that point, Jonathan

power. “Think carefully. The Collins family will not let you off

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

in front of Jonathan

sword imbued with

they were surprisingly calm without even a hint of fear or panic. That's the steady gaze

splattered as Heaven Sword

Antoine remained composed. He leaned forward and grabbed the hilt of

coldly as

gleomed coldly os Jonothon pulled himself

londing beside the bonfire, Jonothon reoched for his neck ond reolized blood wos gushing out from

hod slit the corotid ortery on his

but his blood kept oozing from the cut

to gother oround the wound, ond in less thon two breoths, the injuries on the corotid ortery ond

Jonothon wos running out of life force to oddress the remoining exposed

chonneled his spirituol sense to his energy field, trying to owoken the mysterious coffin to replenish

refusing to help until it wos

when he sow the bleeding on Jonothon's

be oble to deloy deoth by relying on their powerful spirituol energy to

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

o fotol wound within seconds os Jonothon

looked ot Antoine. A sense of uneose settled heovily in