A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5141

Flaxseed had just taken a half-step forward, ready to argue, when Jared raised a hand and silently stopped him.

Jared raised his gaze to the mountain gate that pierced the clouds, the corner of his mouth curling into a blade-thin smile. “Tell whoever runs your Destiny Sect to come out,” he said, voice ice-cold. “I'm here to take his head.”

The moment those words landed, the air all around them seemed to harden, congealing into something heavy and suffocating.

The two disciples guarding the gate froze for a heartbeat—and then burst into uproarious laughter.

“Hahaha! Where did this lunatic crawl out from? Daring to spout nonsense in front of the Destiny Sect's gate!”

“Your cultivation is only at the Wandering Immortal Realm Level Five at best. Did a mule kick your brain? You think you can cause trouble here?”

Impatient, one of the disciples flicked his wrist. A palm-sized azure sword appeared, its tip hovering a hair's breadth from Jared's brow. “Get lost, or don't blame us for showing you exactly how ruthless Destiny Sect's sword technique can be.”

Jared could not even be bothered to lift his eyes. He merely allowed the faintest ripple of aura to pulse from his body.

A low hum rolled through the courtyard.

An invisible pressure crashed onto Inquiry Terrace and smothered it in an instant.

The two Wandering Immortal Realm Level Six disciples felt as though a mountain had slammed onto their shoulders.

With two muffled thuds, they dropped to their knees; every bone in their bodies creaked under the strain, blood spewed from their lips, and the little azure sword clanged to the flagstones and crumbled to dust.

“W-who... who are you?” one of the disciples asked, face contorted in terror.

Jared did not answer. He merely glanced at the speaker—and the disciple's body detonated like rotten wood, a red rain splattering over his companion.

The surviving disciple went slack with horror, slamming his forehead against the stone floor over and over. “Sir, spare me! Please spare me!”

Jared strode past him without the slightest hesitation. “Noisy,” he said, the single word colder than winter steel.

Jared and the others crossed the threshold. Patrol disciples along the path gasped in alarm, and someone immediately struck the bronze warning bell.

Clang... clang... clang...

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