The Legendary Man

Chapter 943 Live Leverage

“Run!” the old man shouted before turning around and dashing backward.

He was the only one who was in a panic.

If the others did not take cover and opted instead to expend further spiritual energy to maintain the trap formation, nothing would happen to them.

Though the force of the explosion would be immense, they would only be thrown off their feet and sustain serious injuries at worst rather than losing their lives.

However, it was ruined by his call to flee.

Being in the trap formation, the old man would not have survived if the bomb had gone off.

His call to flee was not only in concern for the lives of over thirty men under him but also to have them disrupt the formation so he could escape unharmed.

With a deafening blast, the bomb went off.

The air compressed violently. A shockwave spread outward in an instant.

Except for the old man, the three dozen cultivators of Grandmaster Realm were struck by the shockwave.

Aside from several who stumbled backward, a majority maintained the spirit shield with all their strength even while running for their lives.

Upon receiving the order to retreat, most of them turned their backs toward the center of the explosion.

Those who were struck by the blast were sent flying into the air, howling in pain.

Steaks of golden light swirled at the center of the blast. It was the strange bronze handbell hanging above Jonathan's head.

Though the bronze handbell could deter most defenses, the shock of Jonathan's strike transmitted onto himself.

Crack!

sound of shattering glass, he flew through the windows of the airport terminal and landed

knocked senseless from the impact. Blood spilled from every

of Pryncyp of Strength within him to survive

the magnitude of the blast,

spiritual energy into the bronze handbell above his head to maintain the expansion of

that moment—he was

step forward to examine the situation, a figure entered through the hole

man stomped down on Jonathan, causing him to spew a geyser of blood onto

lay beside him. As Jonathan could not marshal his Pryncyp of Slaughter,

gazed down at Jonathan. His eyes no longer

phase of his Divine Realm, he was about to have a breakthrough but members of the Collins family located him and interrupted his training at its

man's cultivation level had deteriorated steadily until he stagnated at

he would diminish over time until he died an unknown cripple. But the tsar of

who captured Jonathan was entitled to a wish from the tsar that was within

was going to ask for—the medicine

the medicine was questionable, his body was beyond repair. Therefore,

he mobilized his connections to keep a close eye on Jonathan's every move so he could arrive at Ballachov ahead of time to

did not expect Jonathan to be

before we

stomped twice again, and the golden light around Jonathan flickered frantically. It had

one last time, a soft thud sounded

around, he saw a man in a cape

asked, glaring

Jokovich said lightly as he undid

when he heard his name, which dimmed

somebody still remembers

of attaining the absolute phase of Divine