A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5828

Within the safe zone of the Blazefire Secret Realm, after several days of rest, Paxton, Gavin, Yvette, and the others had recovered from most of their injuries. In fact, misfortune had turned into a blessing—nurtured by the secret realm's pure fire spirit energy, their cultivation had all advanced to varying degrees.

Clara had fully recovered as well. There were even faint signs that her Sky Scorching Sword Art was on the verge of a breakthrough. Yet her heart remained unsettled. Worry for her sect weighed heavily on her mind, and she found herself unable to sit still, repeatedly glancing toward the entrance of the secret realm.

Not far away, Reiner sat cross-legged atop the Flame Crystal Mountain. His aura was deep and restrained, as though he were quietly contemplating something. Still, between his brows lingered a trace of faint, unspoken melancholy.

Suddenly, the light barrier at the entrance rippled violently. A figure in azure robes drifted in, carrying a massive body that was barely clinging to life.

"Sir!"

"Sir Chance!"

The moment they saw Jared return, everyone rose to greet him. But when Paxton's eyes fell upon the figure in Jared's grasp—Garth, both arms severed, battered and utterly miserable—his pupils contracted. In an instant, searing hatred and uncontrollable emotion surged through his gaze.

"Garth, you traitor!" Paxton strode forward, his silver pupils locked onto the man responsible for the fall of the Myriad Beasts Sect and the deaths of countless fellow disciples. Unrestrained demonic power surged from his body, rippling violently through the air.

Jared casually tossed Garth to the ground like trash.

Garth struggled to lift his head. When he met the killing intent blazing in Paxton's eyes—then caught sight of the former comrades around him, now staring at him with naked hatred—boundless terror finally swallowed his heart.

Sect Master of the Melded Beastkin Sacred Sect. Grand ambitions. Lofty dreams. Before death, all of that was nothing more than a cruel joke.

"Mr. Riftclaw! Mercy! Please, mercy!" Garth writhed on the ground, trying and struggling to bow. His voice was hoarse and shrill as he begged, "I was wrong! I lost myself! I was deceived by the Demon Sect! Please, sir, remember that I once bled for the Myriad Beasts Sect, that I rendered meritorious service! Spare this wretched life of mine! I'll give up everything I know! I'll lead the Melded Beastkins back into submission! I'll serve you like a beast of burden—anything!"

"Silence!"

"Bled for the Myriad Beasts Sect? Earned merit? What about the elders and disciples who died at your hands—yours and the Demon Sect's? Was their blood not blood? Were their sacrifices not sacrifices? Elder Barrington treated you with nothing but trust—and you repaid him by joining the demon scum to surround and kill him! So many of our people believed in you, and you led traitors to butcher them instead. Your blood is cold. Your heart is black. Today, in my name as Sect Master of the Myriad Beasts Sect, I cleanse our ranks and avenge the fallen!"

With that, Paxton gave Garth no chance to beg any further. His right hand closed, demonic power surging and condensing into a sharp, silver wolf's claw. Carrying grief, rage, and unyielding resolve, it drove forward without hesitation.

"Ugh!"

A short, strangled cry escaped Garth as the light in his eyes rapidly faded, leaving only emptiness. His massive body finally went limp and collapsed to the ground.

Paxton withdrew the bloodstained claw. His chest rose and fell violently, and a faint glimmer of tears shone in his eyes.

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