The Legendary Man

Chapter 1230 Prison
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Stone spikes suddenly shot up between the mountains, knocking the climbers down and piercing them.
For a moment, cries of agony and rage filled the air as Jonathan used his extrication technique to wipe out the cultivators nearest
the cave entrance.
At the foot of the mountain, however, a massive horde of figures continued to rush toward the cave.
Having popped three Spirit Rejuvenating Pills into his mouth, Jonathan wasted no time making a series of hand seals.
“Break!” he shouted, his voice like the boom of rolling thunder.
The next second, chunks of rocks from the cliff face exploded and plummeted to the ground.
It didn't take long before the mountains within a hundred-meter radius of Jonathan were shattered and sent crashing down at
breakneck speed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dust and debris blanketed the entire valley, and the tranquility of the village was instantly broken.
As countless flames lit up in the distant village, several arrows suddenly tore through the sky in Jonathan's direction.
With a quick wave of his right hand, the latter conjured a ball of golden light that seamlessly transformed into an enormous bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
There was a flicker of light as three razor-sharp arrows bounced off the bell's golden light shield and disappeared into the
mountains.
Before Jonathan could catch a breather, however, he saw the flash of a blade as a Grim Reaper's scythe came smashing down
onto the bell.
Alas, the impact was so strong that it immediately sent Jonathan sliding backward.

To make matters worse, the friction generated by his shoes skidding against the ground had brought on a burning smell.
After regaining his balance, Jonathan promptly tossed out his Divine Chessboard.
“Hurry up with the interrogation! I can't take this anymore,” he uttered as he glanced at the dozen or so figures who had landed in
the cave.
Then, with just a gentle flick of his finger, Jonathan positioned the chessboard behind him and expanded it till it became a solid
wall that split the cave in two.
Now that he had his back firmly against the chessboard, Jonathan stomped on the ground.
Almost immediately, the cave entrance seemed to melt away as an invisible hand pinched it tight, completely blocking anyone
else from entering or exiting.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Loud banging noises from outside the cave quickly followed while Jonathan and the dozen people trapped within plunged into
darkness.
“Why did you betray our village, Jonathan?” someone shouted angrily.
Jonathan leaned against Divine Chessboard as he tried to locate the voice, and thankfully, it didn't take long.
“Abraham!”
Boom!
A blade slashed at Jonathan before he could say anything more, but fortunately, he had activated Divine Chessboard's space-
altering formation and teleported himself ten meters away.
Although cultivators like Jonathan were already terrifyingly powerful, one basic rule they'd always follow was to find a light source
whenever possible.
It wouldn't matter even if the light source were weak and faint, like a single candlelight in a massive warehouse.
Most people would still be blind as a bat under those circumstances, but to cultivators, it'd be enough for them to see every nook
and cranny of the space they were in.

However, now that the cave entrance was closed and the interior sealed by Divine Chessboard, how could anyone find light in
pitch-darkness?
As a result, everyone could no longer rely on their sight and had to pinpoint each other's locations by using sound instead.
With that, Jonathan stood in a corner, carefully detecting even the softest sounds around him.
“I don't know why you saved us,” he said as he formed a hand seal and vanished from his spot.
Thanks to that, the three blades that flew mercilessly in his direction missed their target and got embedded in the cave wall.
“Perhaps you guys were just foolish and were deceived by your chief, or maybe, you're all just like him and saved us merely for
your own ulterior motive. In any case, I owe you a favor, so l shall return it today by sparing your life!” Jonathan added, all the
while moving from one spot to another.
Just as the villagers continued darting around till their spiritual sense finally caught up to Jonathan's location, a flash of dazzling
white light suddenly illuminated the tunnel.
Since everyone's eyes had long adjusted to the dark, Jonathan's flash grenade promptly left them in a temporary state of
blindness.
Jonathan, on the contrary, had already prepared himself for the fight as he closed his eyes and channeled his inner Grim
Reaper, devoid of emotion.
With Heaven Sword in hand, he charged through the burst of light, cutting off countless blades and brutally slicing several throats
as he did.
Blood sprayed everywhere, and within seconds, six of those who had entered the cave tunnel lay motionless in a pool of blood.
Upon realizing that the men around them were dropping like flies, the other seven hastily regained their composure and leaped
toward the nearby cave walls.
Even though their actions couldn't effectively remove them from Jonathan's attack range, especially given how narrow the tunnel
was, it'd still be able to reduce the possibility of being the next fatal target.
At the very least, they wouldn't have to worry about a sneak attack from the back if they were all leaning against the wall.

It was an instinctive behavior that everyone had used and refined over many years of battle, but before they could do anything
more, a shout rang out in the distance.
“He can control the cave walls!”
After hearing that, the survivors' first instinct was to step away from the walls, but by then, it was too late to salvage the situation.
“Return!” Jonathan said flatly as he stood in the middle of the tunnel.
What happened next shook the remaining seven survivors, including Abraham, to the core. Tentacles began protruding from the
walls and wrapped around the men, dragging them back to the cold, hard surface.
Just then, a tiny flame lit up in the distance, which turned out to be a spiritual fire powered by pure spiritual energy and dancing
on Jonathan's palm.
The latter gritted his teeth as he stared at the seven men embedded in the wall.
Argh. I used all my spiritual energy and spells to subdue them, but at what price? I had to forfeit control of the exterior rock wall!
It also doesn't help that they're struggling so much. If I lowered my guard even a little, it'd only be a matter of time before they
break free from the restraints...
At the same time, Stellario's voice rang out from behind Divine Chessboard.
“We're done, Jonathan!”
Upon hearing that, Jonathan finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Without further ado, he willed Divine Chessboard to shrink back to palm size before letting it fall into his hand.
Stellario, on the other hand, dragged a corpse nearly stripped to the bone by his flesh-eating bugs and tossed it onto the ground
unceremoniously.
“We can get out of here using portal formation, but it'd require a massive amount of spiritual energy and the village's own
emerald badge. I'm sure we can find the badges in these people's storage bags,” he said calmly.
Hearing that, Jonathan ordered, “Other than Abraham, I'll leave the rest to you, Seboxia. Deal with them as you deem fit!”