A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4525

Though Talcott had visited the Celestial Palace before, each visit had filled him with dread, his heart racing in awe and fear.

The guards stationed at the entrance of the grand hall were cultivators at the Ultimate Realm. Along the sides of the hall stood cultivators at Ultimate Realm Levels Six and Seven, their expressions unreadable as they maintained a silent vigil. They weren't even permitted to sit.

This was just the Tenth Hall, the weakest of the ten halls that made up the Celestial Palace. Talcott had heard of its ranking, and even here, the sheer strength on display was overwhelming. It was difficult to fathom how immense the power of the entire palace must be.

“Father.” As they entered the grand hall, Decanus hurriedly called out, his voice tinged with both reverence and urgency. At the center of the hall, seated on a magnificent throne, was a middle-aged man dressed in a long yellow robe, his posture regal and commanding. A crown sat atop his head, his expression cold and aloof, exuding an air of absolute authority.

This was none other than Tennyson Velazquez, Decanus' father.

In the Tenth Hall, Tennyson Velazquez was an unchallenged authority, the supreme presence that commanded respect and fear. Talcott dared not lift his gaze to meet Tennyson's eyes, nor those of the formidable cultivators seated beside him.

The cultivators standing aside were of Ultimate Realm Levels Six and Seven, and those sitting, undoubtedly, were far more powerful.

Talcott kneeled in the center of the grand hall, his head bowed so low that it almost touched the floor. His usual commanding demeanor as a leader had completely vanished.

“Are you defeated?” Tennyson's voice echoed slowly.

Decanus remained silent, his eyes briefly shifting toward Talcott.

“My Lord,” Talcott spoke, his voice trembling, “We merely withdrew for the moment. Allardland now exists only in name. However, at the very last moment, an ancient priest appeared, obstructing Decanus' path.” Talcott's words faltered, his body shaking with the intensity of the moment.

“Are you talking about that old fart, Infinides?” said Tennyson.

“Yes, it's him.” Talcott nodded.

“Father, that old fool...” Decanus began to explain, but before he could finish, Tennyson's sharp voice cut through the air. “Silence!” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Go to the corner and reflect on your actions. You are a disgrace to us.”