A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5127

“Cut the riddles and speak plainly!” Jared snapped.

The outburst sent Everett flinching. He rushed to explain, “On the surface, the Seventh Hall is the most formidable power in Third Heaven. But… there’s another place here—mysterious, hidden. The force that rules that place is truly unmatched.”

“A mysterious place?” Jared’s brows knitted tighter. “What kind of strength do they have? What are they called?”

Everett shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t even know where that place is.”

“Damn it, you’re playing me…” Jared’s patience snapped, and his hands were already rising, ready to strike.

“I’m not! I swear I’m not toying with you—I truly have no idea where that secret place is, and I don’t even know the name of the faction that runs it. All I know is that they’re extremely mysterious. Every time there’s a large-scale battle and heavy casualties here in Third Heaven, that organization shows up. They never help either side; they only collect divine souls. Because of that, many people suspect they’re a group of demons that exists solely to refine souls,” Everett blurted the explanation in one breath.

After listening, Jared’s interest was instantly piqued. A group that specialized in harvesting divine souls? In his mind there was no doubt—they had to be demons.

But Jared had no time right now to investigate them. First on his list was wiping out Destiny Sect, the Barbaric Clan, and Bloodshadow Palace.

Only after that would he turn his blade on the Seventh Hall; once the Seventh Hall fell, Jared would be the unquestioned overlord of the entire Third Heaven.

Then he could flaunt his power however he pleased, unmatched beneath the skies.

“We’re already close to the Barbaric Clan’s territory. Take me there,” Jared ordered.

“I advise you not to go,” Everett urged. “The clan’s leader, Orestes the Barbaric King, is a Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine cultivator. There aren’t many in Third Heaven who can stand against him. If you—”

Before Everett could finish, Jared tossed a severed head onto the ground with a dull thud.

“Were you talking about him?” Jared asked mildly, the faintest smile curling at his lips.

Everett stared, utterly stupefied at the bloody head of Orestes the Barbaric King.

A Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine cultivator was slain just like that—and beheaded for good measure?

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