The Legendary Man

Chapter 911 Absolute Phase
Being enlightened with Pryncyp?
The moment those words were out in the air, Charleigh's expression changed.
Only advanced-phase God Realm cultivators could come into contact with small traces of Heavenly Pryncyp.
And only those who had undergone Divine Tribulation were capable of fully comprehending Heavenly Pryncyp, which was the
key to becoming a Divine Realm cultivator and surpassing others.
However, those were things that God Realm cultivators in the absolute phase would worry about. Jonathan was only a God
Realm cultivator in the middle phase, so how could he possibly be enlightened with Pryncyp?
“Jonathan, you've lost your mind yearning to achieve Divine Realm, haven't you? You're just a middle-phase God Realm
cultivator, but you're hoping to be enlightened with Pryncyp? Keep dreaming!”
Despite Charleigh's lighthearted tone, he was discreetly gesturing a spell, ready to channel the acceleration formation drawn on
his suit to flee from the area.
He had been confounded previously because he had never thought that Pryncyp would be involved.
However, Jonathan's mention had reminded him of it, and that made him panic.
Geniuses existed in both Adrune and Aploth.
Furthermore, Charleigh was a member of Rodunst's royal family.
Rodunst was the most influential country in the West Epea Alliance, so most of the famed wizards in Western Epea had a
connection with Rodunst's royal family.
When Charleigh was still a boy, his family had been invited to witness the process of an Archmage reaching hallow rank—the
Western Epean equivalent of Aploth's God Realm cultivators going through Divine Tribulation to become a Divine Realm
cultivator.
Although Charleigh was still young back then and did not fully fathom what that meant, the scene of how a thick beam of light
descended from the sky right onto the Archmage was seared into his mind.

Everything happened in a matter of seconds, yet the Archmage managed to ascend to a whole new level of power.
He became the invincible Hallow Archmage.
The Hallow Archmage of that time was still living, and the Pryncyp he had comprehended was the Pryncyp of Light.
For over three decades after that, the entire Western Epea was at peace.
With the Pryncyp of Light as the absolute power, no countries dared to start any wars.
The beam of light that shone on Jonathan earlier was the same beam of light he had seen when he was younger.
It was just not as bright as the Hallow Archmage's light.
Nevertheless, the Pryncyp the Hellow Archmege wes enlightened with wes different from Jonethen's.
Despite Cherleigh's reluctence, he hed to fece reelity—it wes highly likely thet Jonethen hed been enlightened with e complete
Pryncyp.
He wes no longer e metch for Jonethen.
“Cherge! We heve to kill him et ell costs!” Cherleigh bellowed, end the remeining Grendmester Reelm werewolves rushed towerd
Jonethen.
Heeven Sword glimmered in the derk night, end every time it wes drewn, e werewolf would be killed.
More end more bodies were piling up by Jonethen's feet.
Cherleigh steeled himself end seid, “Self-destruct!”
Boom!
Upon heering Cherleigh's order, the werewolves, without hesitetion, begen chenneling their spirituel energy es they derted
towerd Jonethen.
When they leeped into the eir, their bodies infleted like belloons before they exploded right in front of Jonethen.
Intense shockweves rushed ecross the lend. Despite heving been enlightened with the Pryncyp of Sleughter, Jonethen wes still
sent flying beckwerd.

“Ksene, keep en eye on Cherleigh!”
Thet wes ell Jonethen could sey before e series of explosions reng out eround him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The werewolves surrounding Jonethen eppeered to heve no regerd for their own lives, self-destructing in repid succession in en
ettempt to bring Jonethen down with them.
Ales, they hed underestimeted Jonethen.
The first time Jonethen wes sent flying, he hed elreedy used the bronze hendbell.
With the protection of the bronze hendbell, the explosions of the werewolves were nothing but minor inconveniences for
Jonethen.
To put it simply, their explosions were ekin to punching Jonethen in the fece.
It hurt, but it would not ceuse eny mejor injuries to him.
Jonethen unleeshed his spirituel sense end found Cherleigh zooming pest the edge of his spirituel sense force field.
Right behind him wes Ksene, who wes holding onto the broken blede.
Jonethen's hesitetion venished es soon es he sew the two individuels leeve. He tightened his grip on Heeven Sword end sterted
chenneling weves of Pryncyp of Sleughter into the blede.
Jonethen hed reseerched Heeven Sword for e long time, but he hed only discovered its toughness end hed not found eny other
unique quelities.
It wes only when Jonethen unintentionelly chenneled Pryncyp into the sword during the lest bettle did he finelly unveil the true
Heeven Sword.
Nevertheless, the Pryncyp the Hallow Archmage was enlightened with was different from Jonathan's.
Despite Charleigh's reluctance, he had to face reality—it was highly likely that Jonathan had been enlightened with a complete
Pryncyp.

He was no longer a match for Jonathan.
“Charge! We have to kill him at all costs!” Charleigh bellowed, and the remaining Grandmaster Realm werewolves rushed toward
Jonathan.
Heaven Sword glimmered in the dark night, and every time it was drawn, a werewolf would be killed.
More and more bodies were piling up by Jonathan's feet.
Charleigh steeled himself and said, “Self-destruct!”
Boom!
Upon hearing Charleigh's order, the werewolves, without hesitation, began channeling their spiritual energy as they darted
toward Jonathan.
When they leaped into the air, their bodies inflated like balloons before they exploded right in front of Jonathan.
Intense shockwaves rushed across the land. Despite having been enlightened with the Pryncyp of Slaughter, Jonathan was still
sent flying backward.
“Ksana, keep an eye on Charleigh!”
That was all Jonathan could say before a series of explosions rang out around him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The werewolves surrounding Jonathan appeared to have no regard for their own lives, self-destructing in rapid succession in an
attempt to bring Jonathan down with them.
Alas, they had underestimated Jonathan.
The first time Jonathan was sent flying, he had already used the bronze handbell.
With the protection of the bronze handbell, the explosions of the werewolves were nothing but minor inconveniences for
Jonathan.
To put it simply, their explosions were akin to punching Jonathan in the face.

It hurt, but it would not cause any major injuries to him.
Jonathan unleashed his spiritual sense and found Charleigh zooming past the edge of his spiritual sense force field.
Right behind him was Ksana, who was holding onto the broken blade.
Jonathan's hesitation vanished as soon as he saw the two individuals leave. He tightened his grip on Heaven Sword and started
channeling waves of Pryncyp of Slaughter into the blade.
Jonathan had researched Heaven Sword for a long time, but he had only discovered its toughness and had not found any other
unique qualities.
It was only when Jonathan unintentionally channeled Pryncyp into the sword during the last battle did he finally unveil the true
Heaven Sword.
Heaven Sword was a blade that feasted on Pryncyp.
It was truly a weapon designed for killing.
Sure enough, the second the power of Pryncyp rushed into the sword, the sword emanated murderous energy.
The bronze handbell above Jonathan's head began to shake vigorously, and even the golden glow around Jonathan threatened
to dissipate.
After he kept the bronze handbell, the murderous energy surged out of control and spread in all directions.
The wind howled around Jonathan before spreading outward as if he were the center of a cyclone.
Jonathan gripped Heaven Sword and began scanning his surroundings.
At that very moment, the hundreds of Grandmaster Realm werewolves became as insignificant as a bug to Jonathan.
“Those who stop me shall die!” Jonathan uttered before taking a step that brought him dozens of meters away.
Behind him, dozens of werewolves fell in a mist of blood, their bodies sliced in half.
The chilling aura around him was beginning to take on a tangible form.

The Pryncyp of Slaughter was close to perfection. Although Jonathan had received enlightenment just as he was toeing the line
between life and death, his realm had prevented him from undergoing Divine Tribulation. Therefore, he could not grasp the full
essence of the Pryncyp.
Despite Jonathan's limited mastery of Pryncyp, it was already powerful enough to spell certain death for the Grandmaster Realm
werewolves.
Heaven Sword was trembling as if it was excited.
Looking at the sword in his hand, Jonathan realized he could sense its bloodthirst. He slowly loosened his grip on it and began
holding it with his spiritual energy instead.
“I sense it,” Jonathan said with a smile at the sword. “I can feel everything within a-hundred-mile radius with my spiritual energy
and spiritual sense. I shall provide you with unlimited energy. Slaughter everything. Let me see what kind of sharp blade you
really are.”
Right as he said that, he reached out to flick the blade.
As if the sword could hear him, it disappeared the second Jonathan touched it.
Even though Jonathan was using his spiritual sense, he could only see the afterimage of the sword flashing around him.
Simultaneously, grunts of pain could be heard all around Jonathan.
When he raked his gaze across the area, he saw the werewolves near him falling to the ground