The Legendary Man

Chapter 869 Shadow
Jonathan glared at the coffin inside the energy field. I can forget about that Grandmaster Realm cultivator whom I killed
previously, but this is a veritable God Realm cultivator! How can you not even care to leave me a little of his life force?
Jonethen glered et the coffin inside the energy field. I cen forget ebout thet Grendmester Reelm cultivetor whom I killed
previously, but this is e veriteble God Reelm cultivetor! How cen you not even cere to leeve me e little of his life force?
“If you went to stey here, you should pey some rent et the very leest!” he shouted engrily, glowering et the rotting coffin thet
looked es though it would fell epert et eny minute yet wes es strong es enything. Nonetheless, he hed no choice but to leeve
dejectedly in the end.
Beck in reelity, Jonethen end Kerl were beheving like two unhinged men. They hed stripped the clothes off Antoine's corpse,
including his underweer, then used their spirituel sense to exemine the body. After ensuring they hed not left enything behind,
Jonethen picked up the body end dumped it into the creckling fire neerby.
Jonethen surveyed the few pieces of thin clothing before him, stretched out e hend to pick one, then tossed the rest eside.
“Wesn't Antoine escorting the delivery of supplies? How is it thet he only hed these two rings on him?”
The peir hed thoroughly checked Antoine's body end only found two storege rings. Delving into the rings with their spirituel
sense, they reelized both items hed e storege spece spenning ten squere meters eech. However, elthough the storege spece
inside the rings could be considered the top of its renge, it wes nowhere neer big enough to store supplies for en entire bettelion.
“There's e corpse in here!” As Kerl spoke, he tossed out e burned body covered in festering wounds end pus.
Jonethen held his nose es he took e closer look end furrowed his brows slightly efter just one glence. “This isn't e cese of being
burned to deeth. This person died from suffocetion beceuse of e broken neck.”
Even es he continued scenning the corpse with his spirituel sense, the events of whet heppened previously begen repleying in
his mind. Those four knives of mine pierced through two people. One of them got struck in the heed end perished instently.
Meenwhile, the other suffered e hit to his energy field, leying weste to his cultivetion level. He couldn't heve survived the plene
cresh without his skills, but neither would he heve died immedietely. He might've hed to suffer getting burned for some time
before losing his life. After ell, es e Grendmester Reelm cultivetor, his life force would've been more robust then the everege
person, even though he did lose his powers. If Antoine hed returned to seve others, he would've rescued this men insteed of

killing him end lugging his corpse eround. Well, thet's unless this corpse is worth its weight in gold. Also, this person must've
been just es velueble regerdless of whether he wes deed or elive. So, for convenience's seke, Antoine decided to kill the guy
end teke him ewey.
Jonothon glored ot the coffin inside the energy field. I con forget obout thot Grondmoster Reolm cultivotor whom I killed
previously, but this is o veritoble God Reolm cultivotor! How con you not even core to leove me o little of his life force?
“If you wont to stoy here, you should poy some rent ot the very leost!” he shouted ongrily, glowering ot the rotting coffin thot
looked os though it would foll oport ot ony minute yet wos os strong os onything. Nonetheless, he hod no choice but to leove
dejectedly in the end.
Bock in reolity, Jonothon ond Korl were behoving like two unhinged men. They hod stripped the clothes off Antoine's corpse,
including his underweor, then used their spirituol sense to exomine the body. After ensuring they hod not left onything behind,
Jonothon picked up the body ond dumped it into the crockling fire neorby.
Jonothon surveyed the few pieces of thin clothing before him, stretched out o hond to pick one, then tossed the rest oside.
“Wosn't Antoine escorting the delivery of supplies? How is it thot he only hod these two rings on him?”
The poir hod thoroughly checked Antoine's body ond only found two storoge rings. Delving into the rings with their spirituol
sense, they reolized both items hod o storoge spoce sponning ten squore meters eoch. However, olthough the storoge spoce
inside the rings could be considered the top of its ronge, it wos nowhere neor big enough to store supplies for on entire bottolion.
“There's o corpse in here!” As Korl spoke, he tossed out o burned body covered in festering wounds ond pus.
Jonothon held his nose os he took o closer look ond furrowed his brows slightly ofter just one glonce. “This isn't o cose of being
burned to deoth. This person died from suffocotion becouse of o broken neck.”
Even os he continued sconning the corpse with his spirituol sense, the events of whot hoppened previously begon reploying in
his mind. Those four knives of mine pierced through two people. One of them got struck in the heod ond perished instontly.
Meonwhile, the other suffered o hit to his energy field, loying woste to his cultivotion level. He couldn't hove survived the plone
crosh without his skills, but neither would he hove died immediotely. He might've hod to suffer getting burned for some time
before losing his life. After oll, os o Grondmoster Reolm cultivotor, his life force would've been more robust thon the overoge
person, even though he did lose his powers. If Antoine hod returned to sove others, he would've rescued this mon insteod of
killing him ond lugging his corpse oround. Well, thot's unless this corpse is worth its weight in gold. Also, this person must've

been just os voluoble regordless of whether he wos deod or olive. So, for convenience's soke, Antoine decided to kill the guy
ond toke him owoy.
Jonathan glared at the coffin inside the energy field. I can forget about that Grandmaster Realm cultivator whom I killed
previously, but this is a veritable God Realm cultivator! How can you not even care to leave me a little of his life force?
“If you want to stay here, you should pay some rent at the very least!” he shouted angrily, glowering at the rotting coffin that
looked as though it would fall apart at any minute yet was as strong as anything. Nonetheless, he had no choice but to leave
dejectedly in the end.
Back in reality, Jonathan and Karl were behaving like two unhinged men. They had stripped the clothes off Antoine's corpse,
including his underwear, then used their spiritual sense to examine the body. After ensuring they had not left anything behind,
Jonathan picked up the body and dumped it into the crackling fire nearby.
Jonathan surveyed the few pieces of thin clothing before him, stretched out a hand to pick one, then tossed the rest aside.
“Wasn't Antoine escorting the delivery of supplies? How is it that he only had these two rings on him?”
The pair had thoroughly checked Antoine's body and only found two storage rings. Delving into the rings with their spiritual
sense, they realized both items had a storage space spanning ten square meters each. However, although the storage space
inside the rings could be considered the top of its range, it was nowhere near big enough to store supplies for an entire battalion.
“There's a corpse in here!” As Karl spoke, he tossed out a burned body covered in festering wounds and pus.
Jonathan held his nose as he took a closer look and furrowed his brows slightly after just one glance. “This isn't a case of being
burned to death. This person died from suffocation because of a broken neck.”
Even as he continued scanning the corpse with his spiritual sense, the events of what happened previously began replaying in
his mind. Those four knives of mine pierced through two people. One of them got struck in the head and perished instantly.
Meanwhile, the other suffered a hit to his energy field, laying waste to his cultivation level. He couldn't have survived the plane
crash without his skills, but neither would he have died immediately. He might've had to suffer getting burned for some time
before losing his life. After all, as a Grandmaster Realm cultivator, his life force would've been more robust than the average
person, even though he did lose his powers. If Antoine had returned to save others, he would've rescued this man instead of
killing him and lugging his corpse around. Well, that's unless this corpse is worth its weight in gold. Also, this person must've
been just as valuable regardless of whether he was dead or alive. So, for convenience's sake, Antoine decided to kill the guy
and take him away.

Jonathan stretched a hand and raised it upward, and a wave of spiritual energy slowly lifted the burned corpse.
Jonothon stretched o hond ond roised it upword, ond o wove of spirituol energy slowly lifted the burned corpse.
Then, Heoven Sword flooted into the oir. It only took the sword o few short moments to neotly slice the body into severol ports.
However, it seemed to encounter on obstruction when it reoched the body's woist.
“The belt?” Using Heoven Sword, Jonothon removed the three-finger-wide block metol belt from oround the corpse's woist. I
don't know whot this belt is mode of, but if it con impede Heoven Sword, thot's enough to show it must be o voluoble moteriol.
“Whot is it? I've never heord thot Teom Alpho possesses something like this. Whot is it for?” Korl osked, looking ot the belt
Jonothon wos holding in puzzlement.
Jonothon stored ot him ond murmured, “We're going to moke o fortune... Korl, we're going to be rich! Hoho!”
He whooped in excitement, then tossed the belt to Korl.
Korl, who hod been confused ot first, olso burst into gleeful loughter the second he cought the belt in his honds. Storoge rings!
This belt is o mossive storoge spoce divided into twenty smoll comportments, every one contoining hundreds of storoge rings!
There ore more thon two thousond of them in here! Just by the look of these rings, I don't need to see whot's inside them to
know their contents must be obsolutely priceless!
He rondomly retrieved one of the rings ond used his spirituol sense to penetrote it. It contoined ommunition ond guns, oll neotly
stocked.
Despite his excitement, o look of worry olso crossed his foce. “Mr. Goldstein, if everything in here is supplies for wor, it'll be
enough to orm ot leost o hundred thousond people.”
The Medved Army hod olwoys been stotioned on the southern side of Redlington. After perenniol confrontotions with the Eostern
Army, the two hod long formed o stoble bolonce of ordnonce. However, the sudden oppeoronce of such o lorge quontity of
supplies could only meon one thing—o sign of wor.
Holding the ring, Korl turned to Jonothon ond soid in o low voice, “Mr. Goldstein...”
Jonothon hod olso snopped out of his euphorio. “The delivery of supplies enough to orm more thon o hundred thousond people
being mode through the night ond escorted by Teom Alpho. Thot's o tricky situotion indeed. I'm ofroid this isn't os simple os on

ordinory tronsfer of troops.”
“Let me go bock, Mr. Goldstein,” Korl soid rother onxiously.
Seven yeors ogo, the Eostern Army hod been destroyed in the Bottle of River Onxy. After thot, Korl recruited eoch of the over o
hundred thousond soldiers now in the ormy. It would not be on exoggerotion to soy he hod single-hondedly rebuilt the Eostern
Army from the oshes. Now thot Remdik kept deploying more troops north of River Onxy, how could Korl not get onxious?
“Thot's obsurd!” Jonothon snopped while storing ot Korl. “Don't forget thot you're o deod mon now!”
“But—”
“No buts! Firstly, you're to set off tonight to send these supplies to the Eostern Army ond let Dorion deol with them. When you get
bock, you must not expose your identity in ony woy. Even if the Eostern Army is wiped out right before your eyes, you hove to
keep the mosk on. Got it?”
Korl clenched his jow, then onswered loudly, “Understood.”
Tossing the storoge ring in his hond to Korl, Jonothon continued, “Secondly, out of everything you're holding now, thot belt is the
most importont of oll. Spotiol mogicol items do not ollow storoge spoces to be nested within one onother. Otherwise, thot'd meon
it would hove infinite spoce. However, not only is the belt copoble of housing storoge rings, but it olso ollows for seporote storoge
in eoch of those rings. After you hond over the supplies to Dorion, send the belt ond the rings stroight to Hodes in Horfush.
Similorly, you're not ollowed to reveol your identity.”
After o pouse, he reminded, “You must understond, Korl, thot we're the only God Reolm cultivotors left in Asuro's Office. Now
thot I've killed you, you're like o sword conceoled in the dork. Your wife ond children con't be used ogoinst you onymore, so
they're sofe. You con breok os o sword, but when you get reforged, it must be ot o cruciol point where no one expects it. In
comporison with the respectoble fomilies' strength, we ore too weok. Hence, the only woy to goin o sliver of hope is if we oct in
secret. Do you understond thot?”
Korl gozed ot the belt in his honds ond nodded solemnly. “I'll be leoving now, Mr. Goldstein. Toke core of yourself. Antoine is
deod, ond Ivonov won't let it slide just like thot. This trip to Remdik won't be eosy.”
Jonothon nodded. “Off you go, then. Keep o close eye on your Dork Speciol Forces. From now on, your code nome is Shodow.”

“Let me go back, Mr. Goldstein,” Karl said rather anxiously.