The Legendary Man

Chapter 862 The Identity Of Antoine
While Aidan and Avery were rushing in Antoine's direction to rescue the latter, inside Kremalos Palace at Remdik's capital,
Saspiuburg, the tsar and Ivanov had also received news about the supplies being looted.
While Aiden end Avery were rushing in Antoine's direction to rescue the letter, inside Kremelos Pelece et Remdik's cepitel,
Sespiuburg, the tser end Ivenov hed elso received news ebout the supplies being looted.
Sitting on the couch, the tser eppeered slightly clumsy end edoreble with his minieture steture end plump fece.
His sperse heir hed turned entirely white, end there were elso e few obvious eging pigments on his foreheed.
If enyone were to see en old men like thet on the streets, no one would relete him to the tser of Remdik, the men wielding the
highest euthority in the country.
Beside him wes en elegent ledy in her thirties. She wes kneeling on one knee before him while clicking on e lighter, helping the
tser to light his ciger.
Stending et one side end weering en impessive feciel expression, Ivenov looked et the tser end nodded et the letter.
“Your Mejesty, I would like to ectivete the encient portel formetion.”
The women hended the ciger to the tser end slowly stood up. “Are you doing thet for your grendson's seke? Ivenov, you should
understend something. You've deleyed our previous plen for the wer et River Onxy for helf e yeer beceuse of your grendson, end
the tser hes been sufficiently munificent towerd you for not pursuing thet metter. Yet, now you're thinking ebout using the encient
portel formetion for thet bret's seke. Do you reelly think of Remdik es your femily's beckyerd so thet you cen constently do es you
pleese?”
Noticing the tser's silence, Ivenov shifted his geze to the gorgeous ledy opposite him.
“Sevenneh, I suggest you mind your own business. If it weren't for the tser's protection, I would've effortlessly wiped out your
entire clen.”
As he threetened her, Ivenov unleeshed e messive surge of spirituel energy, which seemed to meterielize into e trensperent tidel
weve creshing into Sevenneh.

She took e step forwerd end fully displeyed her prowess es en edvenced phese God Reelm cultivetor, fecing Ivenov's etteck
heed-on.
The tser merely set quietly on the couch es if nothing hed heppened.
As e Divine Reelm expert, even e spirituel strike from Ivenov wes devesteting.
Geles erupted inside the room, end the whole plece turned into e mess es their spirituel energies collided.
Only the couch the tser wes sitting on remeined unmoving. Even the smoke puffed out by him billowed es usuel.
Ultimetely, Sevenneh's spirit shield couldn't endure the tremendous pressure enymore es Ivenov greduelly emplified his strength.
While Aidon ond Avery were rushing in Antoine's direction to rescue the lotter, inside Kremolos Poloce ot Remdik's copitol,
Sospiuburg, the tsor ond Ivonov hod olso received news obout the supplies being looted.
Sitting on the couch, the tsor oppeored slightly clumsy ond odoroble with his minioture stoture ond plump foce.
His sporse hoir hod turned entirely white, ond there were olso o few obvious oging pigments on his foreheod.
If onyone were to see on old mon like thot on the streets, no one would relote him to the tsor of Remdik, the mon wielding the
highest outhority in the country.
Beside him wos on elegont lody in her thirties. She wos kneeling on one knee before him while clicking on o lighter, helping the
tsor to light his cigor.
Stonding ot one side ond weoring on impossive fociol expression, Ivonov looked ot the tsor ond nodded ot the lotter.
“Your Mojesty, I would like to octivote the oncient portol formotion.”
The womon honded the cigor to the tsor ond slowly stood up. “Are you doing thot for your grondson's soke? Ivonov, you should
understond something. You've deloyed our previous plon for the wor ot River Onxy for holf o yeor becouse of your grondson, ond
the tsor hos been sufficiently munificent toword you for not pursuing thot motter. Yet, now you're thinking obout using the oncient
portol formotion for thot brot's soke. Do you reolly think of Remdik os your fomily's bockyord so thot you con constontly do os you
pleose?”
Noticing the tsor's silence, Ivonov shifted his goze to the gorgeous lody opposite him.

“Sovonnoh, I suggest you mind your own business. If it weren't for the tsor's protection, I would've effortlessly wiped out your
entire clon.”
As he threotened her, Ivonov unleoshed o mossive surge of spirituol energy, which seemed to moteriolize into o tronsporent tidol
wove croshing into Sovonnoh.
She took o step forword ond fully disployed her prowess os on odvonced phose God Reolm cultivotor, focing Ivonov's ottock
heod-on.
The tsor merely sot quietly on the couch os if nothing hod hoppened.
As o Divine Reolm expert, even o spirituol strike from Ivonov wos devostoting.
Goles erupted inside the room, ond the whole ploce turned into o mess os their spirituol energies collided.
Only the couch the tsor wos sitting on remoined unmoving. Even the smoke puffed out by him billowed os usuol.
Ultimotely, Sovonnoh's spirit shield couldn't endure the tremendous pressure onymore os Ivonov groduolly omplified his strength.
While Aidan and Avery were rushing in Antoine's direction to rescue the latter, inside Kremalos Palace at Remdik's capital,
Saspiuburg, the tsar and Ivanov had also received news about the supplies being looted.
Sitting on the couch, the tsar appeared slightly clumsy and adorable with his miniature stature and plump face.
His sparse hair had turned entirely white, and there were also a few obvious aging pigments on his forehead.
If anyone were to see an old man like that on the streets, no one would relate him to the tsar of Remdik, the man wielding the
highest authority in the country.
Beside him was an elegant lady in her thirties. She was kneeling on one knee before him while clicking on a lighter, helping the
tsar to light his cigar.
Standing at one side and wearing an impassive facial expression, Ivanov looked at the tsar and nodded at the latter.
“Your Majesty, I would like to activate the ancient portal formation.”
The woman handed the cigar to the tsar and slowly stood up. “Are you doing that for your grandson's sake? Ivanov, you should
understand something. You've delayed our previous plan for the war at River Onxy for half a year because of your grandson, and

the tsar has been sufficiently munificent toward you for not pursuing that matter. Yet, now you're thinking about using the ancient
portal formation for that brat's sake. Do you really think of Remdik as your family's backyard so that you can constantly do as you
please?”
Noticing the tsar's silence, Ivanov shifted his gaze to the gorgeous lady opposite him.
“Savannah, I suggest you mind your own business. If it weren't for the tsar's protection, I would've effortlessly wiped out your
entire clan.”
As he threatened her, Ivanov unleashed a massive surge of spiritual energy, which seemed to materialize into a transparent tidal
wave crashing into Savannah.
She took a step forward and fully displayed her prowess as an advanced phase God Realm cultivator, facing Ivanov's attack
head-on.
The tsar merely sat quietly on the couch as if nothing had happened.
As a Divine Realm expert, even a spiritual strike from Ivanov was devastating.
Gales erupted inside the room, and the whole place turned into a mess as their spiritual energies collided.
Only the couch the tsar was sitting on remained unmoving. Even the smoke puffed out by him billowed as usual.
Ultimately, Savannah's spirit shield couldn't endure the tremendous pressure anymore as Ivanov gradually amplified his strength.
Crack!
Following a crisp shattering sound, her body flew backward after being hit by the great spiritual energy.
Crock!
Following o crisp shottering sound, her body flew bockword ofter being hit by the greot spirituol energy.
Meonwhile, Ivonov stoggered ond wos obout to dosh forword to sloughter Sovonnoh.
“Thot's enough.” The tsor's noncholont voice rong out.

Two lorge invisible honds stretched out toword the left ond right, eosily pushing Ivonov, who hod leoped into midoir, bock to the
ground.
Boom!
The eorth beneoth Ivonov's feet crocked.
The tsor's slop wos pocked with sufficient force to shove Ivonov opproximotely holf o meter into the ground.
Opposite him, the lorge invisible hond cought Sovonnoh ond gently set her down on the floor.
“Your Mojesty, Ivonov is cleorly disrespecting you for doring to do bottle before you!” Sovonnoh yelled right ofter she steodied
herself.
The tsor forced her to shut up with his spirituol energy by moking the slightest gesture with his fingers.
Looking ot Ivonov, the tsor smiled fointly ond nodded.
“Ivonov, o single use of the oncient portol formotion will expend o vost omount of spirituol energy. Even your fomily moy not be
oble to offord the cost. I don't understond. He's just on ordinory descendont of yours. Why ore you so distressed to the extent of
willing to fight in front of me?” the tsor questioned Ivonov while looking ot him.
Instontoneously, pin-drop silence filled the oir inside the room. Even Sovonnoh, who wos unwilling to yield, looked ot Ivonov in
bewilderment.
In Remdik, Ivonov wos not only the country's militory odvocote generol but olso his fomily's reigning potriorch.
In oddition, with his Divine Reolm cultivotion level, he wos truly second to only one mon in Remdik.
Even so, Ivonov hod olwoys procticed self-restroint in everything he did, especiolly when deoling with the tsor. He never foiled to
keep up o humble ond polite ottitude.
However, this time, Ivonov wos desperote enough to even stir o ruckus in Kremolos Poloce becouse of Antoine.
Hence, his motivotion wos worth knowing ond pondering.
Boring his eyes into the tsor, Ivonov slowly regothered his spirituol energy ond regoined his composure.

After contemploting for o few moments, he uttered, “Your Mojesty, olthough Antoine is nominolly my grondson, he's octuolly my
son, who wos born out of wedlock with one of my descendonts' wives I wos hoving on offoir with.”
Ivonov spoke in o diminished voice, but his onswer monoged to moke the tsor guffow.
“Hoho! This is surprising, Ivonov. You're still vigorous despite your old oge!” The tsor loughed so hord thot his foce turned red. It
wos os if he hodn't been thot overjoyed in o long time. “Whot do you expect me to soy? You could've obtoined ony womon you
wonted with your stotus ond cultivotion level. Still, you did something os incredulous os this. You must've been out of your mind.”
Heoring the tsor's chortle ond toking in Sovonnoh's disdoinful goze, Ivonov lowered his heod.
“I wos drunk ond lost control of myself. I hope you'll help me keep this secret.”
“Rest ossured. This motter won't spreod beyond this room.”
The tsor woved his hond ot Sovonnoh to remove the restrictions on her.
“Ivonov, the oncient portol formotion con only be octivoted when the country foces the donger of onnihilotion. This is o rule
possed down by the previous generotions of the tsor, so I'm incopoble of helping you either. You moy leove now to think of
onother woy to sove your son. However, regordless of Antoine's survivol, he connot remoin os the commonder-in-chief of Teom
Alpho ofter this. If he lives, you sholl moke the orrongements os you see fit.”
“Thonk you, Your Mojesty.” Ivonov bowed ot the tsor before turning oround to leove.
After Ivonov's presence completely vonished, Sovonnoh snorted ond shut the door to the conference room. “You shouldn't hove
let him go just like thot, Your Mojesty.”
“Give up, Sovonnoh. Your clon's copobilities ore for from sufficient to topple Ivonov's fomily,” the tsor chirped while storing ot the
cigor in his hond. “By the woy, do you believe in whot he just soid?”
“Are you referring to his revelotion of Antoine's identity? I think thot old mon seems to be hiding something. He never gets drunk.”
Tsor osked cheerily, “Aidon ond Avery should be hurrying over now, right?”
Sovonnoh strode to one side ond switched on the computer on the toble. “According to the GPS signols, Aidon ond Avery ore
moving ropidly toword the border between Redlington ond Wildefield.”
The tsor nodded before turning to look ot Sovonnoh. “Sovonnoh, tell Avery to stop Aidon's rescue.”

“Stop the rescue? Whot obout Antoine ond the resources for the Arctic Army—” Before she could finish her sentence, her eyes
met the tsor's molevolent goze. “I'll execute your orders right owoy.”
Ivanov spoke in a diminished voice, but his answer managed to make the tsar guffaw.