The Legendary Man

Chapter 919 People From Sanctuary
“A fighter jet?”
Charleigh looked up in surprise at the pitch-black night sky upon hearing the distant sounds.
“Are they planning on just blowing us up? D*mn it! At the very least, they could try to save me. Am I not worth the effort?
Jonathan! Let go of me! If you restore my elixir field, I can fight alongside you guys and take them on!”
Charleigh was about to continue when a gust of spiritual energy sealed his lips.
Jonathan's brows furrowed as he listened to the sounds in the sky.
“I would rather kill you than restore your spiritual energy. Don't even think about it.”
“Master, why don't we kill him after we find out how he transforms these soldiers?” Ksana asked Jonathan seriously.
“Mmph! Mm-hmm!”
Upon hearing Ksana's words, Charleigh started twisting his body violently with a reddened face. No one knew what he was trying
to say.
Jonathan shook his head slightly.
“I've considered it before, but crippling him and taking the experiment results for ourselves would be the worst-case scenario,
given the number of variables that can influence these experiments. Everyone is aware of these drugs and molecular formulas,
but only a few are capable of creating them correctly.”
“Mmph! Mmph!”
Charleigh nodded vigorously upon hearing Jonathan's words.
He was no longer the prideful scientist in the face of danger as he knew that Jonathan had many considerations, but Ksana
didn't. Even though he lost his cultivation, he could still feel Ksana's murderous intent toward him.
If Charleigh could apologize now, he would definitely offer Ksana the most sincere apology he could muster.

Women, no matter their identities or how powerful they were, were particularly adept at holding grudges.
Although Ksana disliked Charleigh, she obeyed Jonathan's orders.
Since Jonathan said he wasn't going to kill Charleigh, Ksana didn't ask any more questions.
Instead, she looked up at the night sky with concern and queried, “Master, should we try and hide?”
“It's useless,” Jonathan replied as he shook his head. “Fighter jets have limited ranges. We are currently three hundred miles
south of Mortling Castle, so we're still in Remdik. However, this fighter jet was flying from the south. If it was a routine mission, it
should have been dispatched directly from the base south of Merania. There was no need to fly this jet from such a far direction.
Therefore, the only reason this fighter jet is here is that our locations have been exposed!”
As Jonathan spoke, the fighter jet flew past their heads a hundred meters above them before ascending rapidly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several white signal flares were fired into the sky by the fighter jet, painting the entire sky white.
On the ground, the three people's shadows became longer due to these signal flares.
“Master, let's go!”
For some reason, Ksana felt uneasy when she saw those signal flares.
Jonathan turned to look at Ksana, and a glint of confusion flashed across his eyes.
This girl dared to face me head-on even after finding out about my identity. She even sat face-to-face with Paurius for a whole
day without showing any signs of panic.
Hence, Jonathan found it hard to imagine what could scare her.
However, it wasn't the right time to ask questions, even though he was curious.
The signal flares launched by the fighter jet were obviously meant to mark their location.
If he guessed correctly, there should be God Realm cultivators or even cultivators with higher cultivation levels coming after them
right now.

However, it was difficult to determine which direction they would be coming from.
Running blindly would only make it easier for them to get caught.
It was even more meaningless to bet on a random direction and run in that direction.
Although a God Realm cultivator could cover dozens of meters with a single step, they wouldn't be able to win against the fighter
jet in the air.
The fighter jet could travel faster than the speed of sound. Was it even possible for someone to run more than three hundred and
forty meters per second?
Upon engaging a highly-sensitive thermal imaging system, the fighter jet could circle their heads until it ran out of fuel.
Where could they run?
“But...” Ksana spoke up again.
Jonathan lowered his head and noticed Ksana's anxiousness.
She had even tightened her grip on her broken blade.
Upon seeing this, Jonathan placed his hands on Ksana's shoulders, comforting her, “Ksana, I'm here for you no matter what
happens.”
With that, a nearly undetectable stream of life force entered Ksana's body.
Instantly, Ksana felt warmth surging through her body. It was as if she was soaking in warm water, relieving her of all her tension.
At that moment, several figures leaped over the mountain ridge and landed twenty meters away from Jonathan.
It was a group of six God Realm cultivators. There was a bearded old man, four middle-aged men in their thirties, and a young
man with a black arrow.
The old man was in the advanced phase of God Realm, while the other five were in the beginner phase of God Realm.
Upon spotting Jonathan, all of them immediately focused their attention on Ksana, who was beside him.

“They're from Sanctuary?”
Noticing the young man with the black arrow, Jonathan immediately understood Ksana's nervousness.
“Isn't that Paurius' arrow? Why isn't he here?” Jonathan asked the young man with a smile.
Despite hearing Ksana mention that these people looked like teenagers because they had been baptized in Holy Blood,
Jonathan couldn't help but treat the young man like a child due to the latter's youthful face.
The young man had fought against Jonathan before and had witnessed how the latter had crippled Paurius and his other
companion. He knew how powerful Jonathan was, so he instinctively took a step back upon hearing Jonathan's question. In the
next instant, he invoked his spiritual energy and raised the black arrow.
Jonathan looked into the young man's eyes and saw decisiveness and experience. He immediately knew that the young man
was a ruthless person.
However, this young man was standing at the very edge of the group. This meant that he wasn't the strongest among them.
The leader of the group was the bearded, slender old man.
Eyeing Jonathan, the old man chuckled.
“You must be Jonathan Goldstein. It's hard to imagine that Asura's Office, a big organization in Chanaea, only has a God Realm
cultivator as its leader,” Ksana translated the old man's words nervously.
Jonathan chuckled upon hearing that.
“I also didn't expect Sanctuary to have an old coot like you. Why, are you in a hurry to go to the afterlife? Do you need me to help
you?”
Jonathan looked at Ksana, clearly expecting her to translate his words to the old man.
However, the old man spoke again. This time, he was speaking to Ksana in a commanding tone.
Ksana trembled slightly. She gripped her broken blade tightly before shaking her head slightly.
Jonathan glanced at Charleigh and questioned, “Do you know what he's saying?”

Charleigh rolled his eyes and pursed his lips. Jonathan immediately removed the spiritual energy on Charleigh's lips.
Charleigh spat a few times before replying calmly, “He's commanding Ksana to kill you!”