The Legendary Man

Chapter 886 Close Call

As Jonathan noticed the injury on his back, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Since acquiring the mysterious bronze handbell from Garrison, Jonathan had relied on its seemingly absolute defensive abilities. Regardless of what attack he faced, the bronze handbell protected him thoroughly.

Even when confronted with a direct strike from Kenado, a master in the Divine Realm, Jonathan only suffered internal damage due to the energy waves transmitted within.

Jonathan initially thought that the strange bronze handbell's defensive ability was absolute.

However, Paurius' arrow was able to pierce through it.

That single shot would have penetrated Jonathan's heart and killed him without the Cursed Seal, which clung to the arrow.

The arrow embedded itself in his flesh, reaching as deep as his spine.

Enduring the excruciating pain, Jonathan thrust himself forward and grabbed hold of the arrow with the help of the bronze handbell.

“No wonder it feels familiar. This clearly carries the same aura as the longbow wielded by the shadowy figure in the illusionary realm,” muttered Jonathan through gritted teeth.

The next moment, as if responding to a call, the arrow suddenly flew back without warning.

A chunk of flesh was torn away by the sharp projectile.

The golden light enveloping Jonathan receded, transforming into a bronze handbell in his hand.

Since the mysterious bronze handbell couldn't block the arrow's power, he abandoned its protection. Though the bell offered incredible defense, its energy consumption was equally terrifying.

“Paurius, I've thought it through. If we were to truly engage in battle, Ksana and I would have a forty percent chance of defeating the three of you,” Jonathan said, brandishing his Heaven Sword with a grin.

“Forty percent for you, sixty percent for us,” he added. “Initially, I didn't want to involve you, but now, you know too much.”

Paurius glanced at the arrow in his hand and put it away. “Jonathan, I've known you were the Chanaea Asura for a long time. I thought you were some invincible force, but it turns out you're just like any other mortal. You can bleed and feel pain.”

With a flick of his wrist, Paurius summoned several sharp beast claws.

his palm, their mere presence exuded an oppressive

come back to Sanctuary with me. I'm sure God would be very

two spoke, another God Realm cultivator wielding

was locked in fierce combat with

held her opponent at bay,

slightly, and the claws swiftly encircled Jonathan, blocking his possible escape

what are your chances

fact that you can stand before me and ask that question makes me believe I have at least

you've lost

at that moment, his right hand suddenly clenched without

from all directions, effortlessly

when he realized it was not Jonathan but his fellow companion who

purple light shot

to them, Jonathan had somehow managed to set up

midair, ripples of black energy

gathered all his killing intent and tried to kill

danger. Without hesitation, he pulled out an ancient shield and moved it in front of him,

the Divine Chessboard, the God Realm cultivator held his chest and tried to leave, but right

the cultivator, reached out, and grabbed the

coffin swiftly absorbed the remaining life

and looked at the distant Paurius. “Now the odds of winning are ninety-nine

you release the formation plate? I was watching your every move

sight of Paurius' pale

Remdik people and those Western Epea guys are all the same, always talking about being chivalrous and only fighting

stomped hard, sending a massive wave of spiritual energy that scattered the surrounding

the black

away from the river channel. I left no footprints before reaching the foot of

reached Paurius' ears, making his face