The Legendary Man

Chapter 1008 Cruel Families
The slap from Jonathan was so hard that Hayes almost tumbled to the ground, his face contorted in a grimace of pain.
“Mr. Goldstein, don't you think you're being overly harsh? You can't blame me for feeling tempted when the other party has
stationed hundreds of thousands of people together, can you?” he said as he gazed at the velvet night sky north of River Onxy.
The next second, he slowly raised a finger.
“Just one, Mr. Goldstein. If we launch one special missile at them now, we can wipe them all out instantly.”
Upon seeing how excited Hayes was, Jonathan squeezed the man's shoulder and promptly turned spiritual energy into a giant
invisible hand to grab his heart.
Hayes widened his eyes as his brain went into full-blown panic mode. When Jonathan finally loosened his grip, the former
crumbled to the ground and began gasping for air.
Blood played the most vital role in regulating the body's system, yet Jonathan had forcefully stopped Hayes' heart from beating
for five excruciating seconds.
If even a Grandmaster Realm cultivator like Hayes had almost passed out from the ordeal, a mere mortal would've died long
ago.
“M-Mr. Goldstein...” Hayes mumbled as he lay on the ground panting heavily.
Alas, Jonathan merely stood aside and glared at the man.
“Listen here, Hayes Yeager. Before Karl died, did he not tell you the circumstances in which special missiles can be fired?”
After hearing Jonathan address him by his full name, Hayes grew frantic with fear.
“Yes!” he hastily replied as he staggered to his feet despite the pain and discomfort. “Special missiles can only be fired if we have
a national security threat or the other party fires theirs first.”
“Good that you know!” Jonathan scoffed. “As a cultivator, you should know better than anyone else that our thoughts are like
seeds. Once you plant one, it'd take root and bear fruit. The war hasn't even started, yet you're already toying with the idea of
firing special missiles. What will you do when the war starts, then?”

A red-faced Jonathan suddenly grabbed Hayes by the neck. “If the situation becomes a repeat of the last River Onxy war where
you have to witness seventy thousand people getting blown into smithereens in three days, will you still press the button to
launch the missiles? Even though Remdik is a large country, its population is less than a hundred and fifty million. Chanaea,
however, has more than a billion people! Your plan will undoubtedly bring you instant gratification, but a billion Chanaeans will
eventually be paying the price for it! Are you prepared to take full responsibility for those innocent lives?”
Having said his piece, Jonathan shoved Hayes to the ground and strode toward the base without looking back.
“Do your job well if you can. Otherwise, return to Lumonburg for your retirement!”
Amid the icy wind, Hayes broke into a cold sweat as Jonathan's words hit him like a ton of bricks.
He's right... Since gaining access control to the special missiles, I've gradually overcome my nerves and become more relaxed
around them. Some people might even find my behavior presumptuous. After all, those special missiles are superweapons that
would strike fear in any country. Dropping one alone would decimate everything within a radius of dozens of kilometers!
Naturally, anyone with that much power will feel like they're on top of the world.
This time around, however, Jonathan had successfully awakened Hayes' fear of death by almost killing him.
The latter also finally understood why Jonathan had rejected everyone's opinions when assigning territories to the Eight Kings of
War. Despite the risk of Karl occupying Doveston, Jonathan insisted on the arrangement and flatly refused anyone else from
switching places with the man.
Ah, I see it now... Karl Hamilton sure was a highly disciplined man to have resisted the temptation of the special missiles. If I
were in his shoes during the last River Onxy war, I think I'd have launched the missiles without a second thought. If so, we might
not even have Chanaea today!
As snowflakes flew in the cold wind and fell onto Hayes' face, he was instantly jolted out of his daze by the chill.
“Mr. Goldstein...”
Staring at the emptiness before him, Hayes scrambled to his feet and bolted toward the big tent.
However, he was taken aback when he arrived at the tent's entrance and felt two powerful waves of spiritual energy within.
Other than Mr. Goldstein, there's another God Realm cultivator in there!

Even though Hayes had no idea who the other cultivator was, he understood the rules and knew what needed to be done. With
that, he waved off the people around the tent and promptly stood guard from a distance.
Meanwhile, Xavion was seated beside a stove in the tent and savoring a baked potato.
“You know what, Jonathan? Your food sure tastes different.”
Upon hearing that, Jonathan let out a chuckle.
“That's because you were born and raised in a prominent family. Tell me. Have you ever had any meals that weren't lavish or
expensive in your entire life? Potatoes are for poor folks like us, so how would you have tasted them?”
After pondering for a moment, Xavion nodded slightly.
“That's true. We even feed the chickens on our ancestral land with the best herbs and spiritual parasites. I've really never tried
these potatoes before...” he said as he polished off the one in his hand and instantly reached for another.
Jonathan laughed in exasperation, amused by how unkempt and blunt Xavion was.
“I've always thought that only big families like mine are this despicable and manipulative. Who knew The Untouchables were the
same?” he piped up. “I'm curious, though. Since you can work with me, why can't you do the killing yourself? Oh, don't give me
some weak excuse about you not being capable enough... As a fellow God Realm cultivator, I know what your abilities are. You
can easily succeed if you put your mind to it.”
Xavion wiped his mouth as he gave the question some thought, his brows knitted into a frown.
“You think too highly of the respectable families, Jonathan. Families like yours are only keen on fighting for wealth and power.
We, however, are already born into immense wealth, so you'll never understand our struggles. Simply put, we want longevity and
immortality, but we'd need to be in absolute power to have an advantage over the others.”
When Xavion saw the look of confusion on Jonathan's face, he quickly racked his brain for another explanation.
“All right, here's an example... One of the requirements for core members of respectable families is to have a blood relative
who's at least a God Realm cultivator. Jay's father, unfortunately, didn't have the talent for cultivation. He still lives on the
ancestral land and is well-respected by everyone, but that's just because he has Jay's grandfather—the current head of the
Osbornes—backing him. Initially, Old Mr. Osborne wanted to groom Jay as his successor. He was so determined that he was

ready to use any resources to boost Jay into the God Realm. Alas, the latter is no longer qualified because of his personal
problems... That means that when Old Mr. Osborne passes away, Jay and his father will be driven off the ancestral land and
barred from re-entering because they don't have any blood relatives in the God Realm. When that happens, family members
whom Jay had bullied before will use any means to torture him. In other words, once they lose the protection of a God Realm
cultivator, death is the only thing that awaits them!”