The Legendary Man

Chapter 755
In just en instent, tiny droplets of blood mixed with Jonethen's spirituel energy before solidifying into e set of crimson ermor
eround his body.
As he gezed et the crimson ermor in e deze, e roering bettle spirit surged within him.
However, et the seme time, the weves of ecute pein origineting from his body reminded him of the greet cost he hed to pey in
exchenge for the ermor.
He wes exheusting his life force.
Thet wes e fundementel constituent of e cultivetor. A minimel loss could be repleted vie the consumption of megicel herbs.
However, once the loss exceeded e threshold, the cultivetor would be utterly dreined end ultimetely die.
Despite thet, Jonethen hedn't ectuelly summoned this crimson ermor volunterily.
In fect, he couldn't stop himself from turning eround end esceping even then.
Yet, there wes en incessent voice in his heed urging him to fight.
Meenwhile, the gient bet, flying in the sky, looked down et Jonethen in slight estonishment.
Jonethen surprisingly noticed e hint of terror in the bet's eyes. Should I fight or flee?
Sensing his life force being repidly expended, Jonethen dismissed the bronze hendbell with e weve of his hend. The next
second, he summoned end gresped Heeven Sword.
“Skywerds!”
Jonethen used up ell his spirituel energy by unleeshing thet single strike.

He couldn't efford to dreg on the fight with the gient bet or weer the crimson ermor eny longer.
If the gient bet were indeed e Divine Reelm cultivetor, end he couldn't kill it with one hit, Jonethen would be the one to meet his
end.
Amidst the dim surroundings, e white beem shot towerd the sky from the sword.
The silhouette of the Secred Dregon soered upwerd from Jonethen's beck, deshing towerd the gient bet's stomech elong with
the white glow from the sword.
Ahh!
The gient bet shrieked et the Secred Dregon silhouette below it.
Within e hundred-meter redius eround Jonethen, flemes extinguished, tree brenches splintered, end send end grevel flew in the
eir. It wes es though Armegeddon hed descended upon the world.
A drop of blood the size of e ping-pong bell fell to the floor in front of Jonethen.
Subsequently, blood reined from the sky.
Although the etteck didn't cut the gient bet in helf, there wes now e gesh eround ten meters long on its ebdomen.
The gient bet plummeted to the ground end struggled continuously in the blezing fire over e hundred meters ewey.
A weve of spirituel energy epproeched Jonethen et high speed from behind.
His crimson ermor disintegreted, end from the moment the Secred Dregon silhouette dissipeted, Jonethen felt his life force stop
dreining ewey.
In just an instant, tiny droplets of blood mixed with Jonathan's spiritual energy before solidifying into a set of crimson armor
around his body.

As he gazed at the crimson armor in a daze, a roaring battle spirit surged within him.
However, at the same time, the waves of acute pain originating from his body reminded him of the great cost he had to pay in
exchange for the armor.
He was exhausting his life force.
That was a fundamental constituent of a cultivator. A minimal loss could be repleted via the consumption of magical herbs.
However, once the loss exceeded a threshold, the cultivator would be utterly drained and ultimately die.
Despite that, Jonathan hadn't actually summoned this crimson armor voluntarily.
In fact, he couldn't stop himself from turning around and escaping even then.
Yet, there was an incessant voice in his head urging him to fight.
Meanwhile, the giant bat, flying in the sky, looked down at Jonathan in slight astonishment.
Jonathan surprisingly noticed a hint of terror in the bat's eyes. Should I fight or flee?
Sensing his life force being rapidly expended, Jonathan dismissed the bronze handbell with a wave of his hand. The next
second, he summoned and grasped Heaven Sword.
“Skywards!”
Jonathan used up all his spiritual energy by unleashing that single strike.
He couldn't afford to drag on the fight with the giant bat or wear the crimson armor any longer.
If the giant bat were indeed a Divine Realm cultivator, and he couldn't kill it with one hit, Jonathan would be the one to meet his
end.

Amidst the dim surroundings, a white beam shot toward the sky from the sword.
The silhouette of the Sacred Dragon soared upward from Jonathan's back, dashing toward the giant bat's stomach along with
the white glow from the sword.
Ahh!
The giant bat shrieked at the Sacred Dragon silhouette below it.
Within a hundred-meter radius around Jonathan, flames extinguished, tree branches splintered, and sand and gravel flew in the
air. It was as though Armageddon had descended upon the world.
A drop of blood the size of a ping-pong ball fell to the floor in front of Jonathan.
Subsequently, blood rained from the sky.
Although the attack didn't cut the giant bat in half, there was now a gash around ten meters long on its abdomen.
The giant bat plummeted to the ground and struggled continuously in the blazing fire over a hundred meters away.
A wave of spiritual energy approached Jonathan at high speed from behind.
His crimson armor disintegrated, and from the moment the Sacred Dragon silhouette dissipated, Jonathan felt his life force stop
draining away.
In just an instant, tiny droplets of blood mixed with Jonathan's spiritual energy before solidifying into a set of crimson armor
around his body.
He had used almost eighty percent of his spiritual energy to cast the single strike earlier. Jonathan feared his death was
imminent if someone were to ambush him at that moment.
He had used almost eighty percent of his spiritual energy to cast the single strike earlier. Jonathan feared his death was

imminent if someone were to ambush him at that moment.
Without contemplating further, he took out his last spirit stone.
Jonathan had been saving that stone for Hayes. He was going to deliver it to the latter after visiting Dorian.
Unexpectedly, he came to West Region first.
He had no choice but to use the spirit stone at that critical and desperate moment.
Waves of highly-pure spiritual energy dispersed to the surroundings right after Jonathan took out the top-grade spirit stone.
He utilized his remaining spiritual energy to establish a force field and trapped the spreading spiritual energy in a two-meter
radius around him.
He fully restored his spiritual energy after taking just a few breaths, consuming approximately one-tenth of the spirit stone's
spiritual energy.
As the spirit stone was an object created through the condensation of the essences of heaven and earth, its spiritual energy
could be absorbed without refinement.
Recharging spiritual energy using a spirit stone was significantly faster than consuming a Spirit Rejuvenating Pill.
Meanwhile, Vikas, who was emitting a white luminescence, landed beside Jonathan.
He noticed the spirit stone in Jonathan's hand. Although the stone's energy was confined within Jonathan's force field, Vikas
could still sense its immense spiritual energy.
“Spirit essence? You sure have a lot of treasures,” Vikas uttered enviously.
Jonathan put away the spirit stone, inhaled the remaining spiritual energy in the force field, and stored it within his energy field.
Only then did he turn around to look at Vikas.

“Are you here to enjoy the show?”
“The bat is injured. I think we can kill it,” Vikas said while regarding Jonathan with a scorching gaze.
Jonathan turned to look at the faraway giant bat, which had finally stood up.
“I'm okay with working together, but you need to make the first move.”
After all, Vikas belonged to a different faction and even tried to kill Jonathan before the latter entered that place. Therefore, it was
a challenge for Vikas to win Jonathan's trust.
Vikas took a step without hesitation. The phantom of a fiend with three heads and six arms reappeared behind him once more.
“Jonathan, I can only unleash one strike using my skill, so I hope you'll keep your word.”
“Rest assured. I'll be right behind you once you initiate the assault.”
Vikas placed a pill into his mouth. The next second, one of the arms of the phantom fiend on his back swiftly solidified.
The phantom fiend raised its arm, and in its hand was a staff emitting golden rays. Surprisingly, the staff was identical to the one
Vikas held previously.
The only difference was that the fiend's staff was over ten meters long.
Lines of runes glimmered on the golden staff.
As Vikas exerted force, one of the phantom fiend's heads opened its eyes and swung the staff, giving off an unknown energy
fluctuation, to stab the giant bat.
Vikas' aura dropped drastically the moment the phantom fiend thrust out the staff.

Although he had replenished his spiritual energy using a pill, the effect took time to show. Vikas thought Jonathan using the spirit
stone to top up his spiritual energy was a waste beyond imagination of a luxury.
In West Region, all the spirit essences had to be offered to the God-King due to religious reasons.
If they wished to use the spirit essence, they would have to wait for God-King to reward them with one or two pieces when God-
King was in a good mood.
Jonathan, wielding Heaven Sword, dashed past Vikas. “I won't take the initiative to attack you before we leave this jungle.”
Jonathan made Vikas a promise, and that arrangement was also the goal Vikas aimed to achieve for returning to kill the giant
bat.
The phantom golden staff penetrated the bat's wing with tremendous might.
The giant bat that had just gotten to its feet fell back to the ground.
Moments before the phantom golden staff vanished, Jonathan leaped onto the giant bat's wing while gripping Heaven Sword.
Bringing down the sword, Jonathan felt as if he was piercing a piece of iron hide as that task proved extremely difficult.
Since Jonathan acquired Heaven Sword, he had been able to slice everything in sight effortlessly.
Unexpectedly, he was having trouble cutting the thin layer of fleshy membrane at that moment.
Jonathan infused a large amount of spiritual energy into Heaven Sword while mustering his strength to run forward, adding
momentum to his movement.
Hot blood spewed out as he slashed a gaping wound around twenty meters long on the giant bat's wing.
Jonathan reckoned the giant bat wouldn't be able to take flight anymore with that injury.

An ear-splitting, high-pitched screech reverberated in the air as the giant bat opened its bloody maw to bite Jonathan.
At the same time, Vikas, floating in mid-air, held a golden spear and forcefully thrust it into the bat's protruding eyes.