Chapter 1293
The Legendary Man
Royâs ability to secure the position of governor certainly showed his unique skills and cultivation.
However, it was largely due to the appointment of the authorities of Yannopolis.
As for Celestusâ appointment, it was all because of Royâs involvement.
And now, the spiritual control cultivator, who was sniped by Hayden, had become one of the trump cards of North Outer City through his own true abilities. He was indeed the third most important person in the city.
Roy had even mentioned before, if he truly went all out, this spiritual control cultivator might not be his match within fifty meters. However, once the distance between them increased, this person would be invincible.
Yet, it was this very cultivator, in whom Roy had placed great hopes, who had now tragically fallen victim to modern technology.
Even when that shot rang out just now, Celestus and the others didnât feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy. The personâs head was simply blown apart.
Such hidden weapon techniques were indeed somewhat terrifying for them.
With a successful strike, Hayden had already turned around, pointing his gun towards Neil and his companion, who were dozens of meters away.
âProtect the governor!â
With a loud shout, Celestusâ wrist flickered slightly, and a saber shot straight towards Haydenâs face.
âDingâ¦â
The clear, crisp sound of metal clashing rang out as Jonathan lifted his Heaven Sword and sliced the saber in half.
âHayden, go ahead and take action. Leave the rest to me and Stellario.â
As Jonathan spoke, the giant insect-like creature, previously sliced into three sections, once again regained its form and stood up.
âKill Roy, and make it quick!â
The roar of Stellario echoed from the body of the giant insect-like creature, a sound that seemed filled with extreme pain.
Even though Jonathan was not sure what was really going on.
However, Stellario had released a large number of parasites, and now he had created such a giant insect body. He must have exhausted all his strength.
âProtect me.â
Without a second thought, Hayden leapt forward, clutching his sniper rifle, and landed directly on the broken platform that Jonathan had summoned.
Whoosh, whoosh, whooshâ¦
A series of whooshing sounds filled the air.
Several weapons pierced through the air, aiming straight for Hayden.
Even though it was unclear what the principle behind the firearm in Haydenâs hand was.
But they understood that the weapon in Haydenâs hand held immense power, capable of easily slaying a God Realm cultivator.
Roy and Neil had yet to meet at todayâs banquet, but they already knew each otherâs intentions.
This was essentially a game of strategies.
Neil set up his strategy, and so did Roy. The over two hundred God Realm cultivators who were summoned by Roy to the garden could be aptly described as death soldiers, ready to give their lives if necessary.
That was why Roy was curious earlier. If Neil dared to attempt to assassinate him so openly, there must be an accomplice inside.
Yet, he didnât believe that any of the people before him would betray him.
At this moment, seeing Royâs life in danger, these God Realm cultivators turned around one by one, rushing towards Hayden like madmen. They intended to take him down before he could pull the trigger again.
However, how could Jonathan possibly let them succeed?
âDie!â
Jonathan leapt up, charging directly towards the top of Haydenâs head.
With a swift downward swing of his right hand, a flash of golden light burst from Jonathanâs palm.
Astonishingly, a large golden bell materialized around Hayden.
It was the bronze handbell!
âWait for me to retreat before you start shooting!â
Jonathan roared loudly.
The origin of this peculiar bronze handbell was extremely mysterious. So far, apart from Pryncyp of Strength, nothing else had ever been able to breach the handbellâs defense.
Although Jonathan used the bronze handbell to help Hayden fend off the surrounding attacks, he was genuinely afraid that this young man would pull the trigger without considering the consequences.
When the time came, the bullet couldnât penetrate the golden light shield. Instead, the ricocheted bullet might end up killing Hayden himself, and that would be a relief.
Nonetheless, he was afraid that even the defense of my own magic item wouldnât be able to withstand that spiritual destruction bullet. That would be a problem.
No one had ever breached the defense of the bronze handbell before, and the backlash Jonathan received was enough to severely injure him.
If he were to be shot now, Jonathan feared that he might end up like the eighth elder of the Osborne residence, turning into a rain of blood that filled the sky.
Fortunately, Hayden and Jonathan had collaborated more than once and the former was well aware of the shortcomings of Jonathanâs protective magical item.
âDonât worry!â
Hayden, clutching his sniper rifle, looked towards the two people in the pavilion a few dozen meters away.
Even when all those weapons were thrust into the golden glow before his face, Hayden didnât waver in the slightest. He did not even bat an eye.
This stems from his absolute trust in Jonathan, a trust so profound that it didnât need to be voiced. He had entrusted his life to Jonathan.
Even a full-force strike from a Grandmaster Realm cultivator might be more than Jonathan could handle, let alone facing all the cultivators at God Realm.
The moment those weapons struck the golden bell, an unnatural flush appeared on Jonathanâs face.
Jonathan, balancing on one foot atop the bronze handbell, propelled himself higher. Suspended mid-
air, he gripped the hilt of Heaven Sword tightly. Then, he slashed down towards the ground below with all his might.
Buzzâ¦
With a soft hum, a thin line as black as a strand of hair streaked across the tip of Heaven Sword.
âPryncyp!â
At Jonathanâs side, Seboxia took a step forward, reaching out to support the wilting Jonathan.
He injected a breath of life force into Jonathanâs body, swiftly mending his injuries. Meanwhile, on the ground, a fissure as thick as a thumb and tens of meters long had silently appeared.
The sword stroke from Jonathan just now astonishingly severed everything within several tens of meters distance.
Dozens of people on the ground outside North Outer City were split in half, yet astonishingly, not a single drop of fresh blood flowed from their severed bodies.
It felt as if an invisible layer of substance, akin to an oil film, had been painted over the wound.
âHave you grasped a new Pryncyp?â
The life force around Seboxia scattered, and for a moment, neither man nor weapon could approach the two of them.
Jonathan could feel the life force within his body rapidly depleting, and he hurriedly urged his spiritual energy to regulate his breathing.
âPfftâ¦â
He spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and only then did his complexion improve slightly.
âWhat Pryncyp?â Jonathan gritted his teeth and asked Seboxia.
âIn this small world, where you canât even sense a hint of life force, what kind of Pryncyp do you expect me to comprehend?â
Upon hearing this, Seboxia paused slightly, then immediately turned his gaze to the weapon in Jonathanâs hand.
What Jonathan said was the truth. In this small world, where the heavens and earth were sealed off, even connecting with the universe was impossible, let alone comprehending Pryncyp.
Even if Jonathan truly possessed the talent to re-comprehend Pryncyp, the least likely place for this to happen would be this small world.
But if it was not a person, then it must be this Heaven Sword causing mischief.
Seboxia reached out and took Jonathanâs Heaven Sword in his hand. Then, he infused it with life force as if it were free, and poured it into the sword.
No matter how much he did that, Heaven Sword showed no response at all.
And the life force, too, was like stones sinking into the sea, completely devoured by Heaven Swordâ¦