A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5135

The black-robed man's face never changed. He flicked his wrist, the bell swallowing the light sphere until it vanished into the runes etched upon its surface.

At that instant, three pairs of pupils, black as midnight, turned toward Jared.

The leader's voice rasped like shards of ice grinding together. “Your consciousness field hides a powerful divine soul. Surrender him.”

Jared's heart sank; he instinctively used the Focus Technique to shield his consciousness field.

“No,” he replied, voice frigid.

“Since you refuse to comply, we'll have to take it by force.” Without another word, the three formed seals. From their sleeves shot black light-cables strung with thousands of soul fires. In a blink the flames swelled, weaving into enormous Soul Fiend Nets that descended on Jared.

The shrieking wails inside the nets were so mournful that ripples spread even across the consciousness field within Jared's mind.

Three Soul Fiend Nets, woven together like overlapping spiderwebs, closed in; the lamentations of ten thousand dead souls inside them turned into tangible shock waves that hammered Jared's eardrums until they ached.

By instinct he activated the Golem Body, and brilliant golden scales surged over his skin.

Flaxseed likewise flicked out several charms in the blink of an eye, the paper charms blooming into successive shields that encircled them on all sides.

Fssh...

The moment the Soul Fiend Nets touched the light barrier, the icy, bone-piercing soul fire sizzled like snow beneath the scorching sun, crackling as it dissolved into curls of bluish smoke.

Simultaneously, Jared circulated the Focus Technique, voraciously absorbing every trace of marked aura that brushed against him.

Hell, this marked aura is pure as it gets... Jared was genuinely amazed; he had not expected the marked aura wielded by these three black-robed attackers to be so flawlessly refined.

Such pristine marked aura would do wonders for his cultivation.

The leader of the trio finally showed a hint of alarm on his withered face. “Impossible! The soul fiend energy slays gods when it meets gods and annihilates demons when it meets demons—how can a mere mortal body like yours withstand it?”

Jared offered no answer, but an amused spark flared in his eyes.

A flame suddenly danced to life in the center of his palm, its color shifting continuously from gold to cerulean to deep crimson.

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