A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6087

Silence swallowed the grand hall.

Twelve Elders traded looks, each seeing the same mix of horror and dread reflected back.

A Lower Realm cultivator, new to the Fourteenth Firmament, had stormed a mountain guarded by more than fifty celestials under the Array's boost.

He demolished three altars, killed Venerable Goldcrown and dozens of guards, then walked away alive.

What kind of nerve did that take?

What kind of strength?

Dominic sank onto the golden throne once more, the earlier calm finally cracking into a shadowed scowl.

"Goldcrown… served under me for three hundred years."

Dominic's voice barely carried across the hall.

His voice came low, unreadable.

Goldcrown had been cautious, hardly a peak cultivator, yet never overstepped.

Dominic had trusted him with the mountain.

"Now he is dead. Three altars lie in ruins. Three centuries of effort erased in a single night."

Elder Redflame leaned forward, urgency sharpening every word.

"Hall Master, Jared has exposed his trail. Allow me to mobilize our forces at once. Seal the ten-thousand-mile radius around the Sacred Mountain and capture him, dead or alive!"

The white-haired elder hesitated.

"Hall Master, if we move an army, the Celestial Basilica and the Celestial Palace will notice. They may seize the chance to make trouble…"

"Make trouble?" Dominic's laugh held no warmth.

"The Sacred Mountain was attacked, altars shattered, and I—Hall Master of the Celestial Palace—should quake at the thought of chasing one assassin?"

The white-haired elder fell silent.

Dominic drew a steadying breath.

Cold air scraped down his throat, carrying the metallic sting of rage.

The urge to lash out throbbed behind his eyes, yet he pinned it down until his shoulders settled.

"Pass on my decree!" he barked, the shout cracking across the hall like a whip.

"First." His tone sharpened.

"Mobilize every elite unit from the seven cities of the northern region. Elder Redflame will take command."

"From this moment, seal off a thirty-thousand-mile radius around the Sacred Mountain. Every traveler is to be searched."

"Jared is wounded and cannot have gone far."

"He is hiding close, nursing his injuries. Turn over every inch of ground until you drag him into the light."

Elder Redflame bowed low, crimson sleeves sweeping the tiles. "Your will be done, Hall Master."

"Second," Dominic said, voice sinking like icewater. "The Grand Blood Sacrifice Array atop the Sacred Mountain must not falter."

His eyes glittered. "The three shattered altars will be rebuilt within three months."

"Take whatever materials and sacrificial stock you need from the other Sacred Mountain branches."

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