A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6105

"Human…"

Its deep, resonant voice rolled across the cavern. "You barged into Dragonmere and stole the Draconian Sovereign Relic. Do you realize the gravity of your act?"

The final syllable had barely faded when a crushing pressure swept over the area like a falling sky.

The force was strong enough to drop a High Immortal Realm Level Nine cultivator to his knees on the spot.

Jared didn't move a muscle.

He lifted his chin and met the golden pupils head-on, his gaze steady:

"Crime? And what crime would that be?"

A faint flicker crossed the dragon's eyes.

This human was actually standing under pure draconic might?

"Human, your nerve is considerable."

The bass voice rolled on. "But know this—this is the Draconian Forbidden Zone. Any who lack Draconian Bloodline meet death."

It spread its jaws wide, gathering a beam of golden dragon breath between gleaming fangs.

Jared laughed.

"Those without Draconian Bloodline die, you say?"

He eyed the dragon, the corner of his mouth angling in a teasing arc. "Then look closely—do I count as Draconian Bloodline or not?"

The words still hung in the air when power surged through his veins.

A phantom of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon burst into being behind him.

The image gleamed pure gold, five claws razor-bright, horns jutting proud, eyes blinking with ocean-deep authority.

The phantom tipped back its head and roared; the sound slammed through the cavern like a tidal wave.

The dragon's own aura shattered in an instant under that roar.

"F-Five-Clawed Golden Dragon?!"

The pupils pin-pointed, the vast eyes locking rigidly on the vision.

It stared at the phantom behind Jared without blinking, and its massive frame began to quake.

Out of the dragon's maw tumbled a broken whisper. "Impossible… this can't be happening…."

Still muttering, it added, "The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon stands at the very top of our race. That bloodline vanished ten thousand years ago… how could you…."

Jared withdrew the golden phantom and regarded the beast with a cool gaze. "So—do you still think I'm merely human?"

The great dragon offered no response.

Time stretched before it finally spoke again. The iron weight that had filled its voice earlier had leaked away; the words slipped out low and careful,

"You… are you the Successor of the Dragon Sovereign Bloodline?"

Jared let the question hang. "And you? Who are you, and why are you here inside Dragonmere?"

After a pause the dragon answered, its tone deep and steady. "I am Darian, an Elder of the Sky Dragon Clan. Ten thousand years ago I was ordered to guard this pool and wait for the Successor to appear."

Jared's brow lifted. "Waiting for the Successor of the Dragon Sovereign Bloodline, huh?"

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