A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6157

Godric said nothing.

He stood where he was, and the aura around him slowly settled down. But the killing intent in his eyes had not weakened in the slightest.

He knew the Elders were right. The Celestial Palace was powerful, but it was not invincible. If they acted recklessly, they really could be pushed into a disaster with no way back.

But every time he thought about the three destroyed Sacred Mountains, the three dead True Immortal elders, the two Ghost Clan Sacred Paragons, and his two disciples, Lucian and Lyria, the fire inside him refused to die down.

Those had all been experts the Celestial Palace had poured countless years of effort into raising. They were major pieces in his hold over the Fourteenth Firmament. They were the foundation that kept the Celestial Palace in its place.

And now all of them had been destroyed by Jared.

How could he possibly let Jared off just like that?

Lucian and Lyria, even more than the others, had been the disciples he trusted most. They were his right and left hands, men and women who had followed him for years and rendered service again and again.

Now they had both died by Jared's hand, their souls scattered completely.

This blood debt had to be paid.

Godric's expression kept shifting. One moment, his face was thick with killing intent. The next, it sank into heavy thought.

The air in the hall turned oppressive again. All the Elders stood with their heads lowered, not daring to speak for fear of disturbing him.

The Great Elder saw the hesitation on his face and knew exactly how hard the struggle inside him was. He opened his mouth again.

His voice dropped lower, and a dark edge slipped into it as he leaned closer to Godric and spoke in a near whisper:

"Hall Master, this subordinate does have a plan. It can kill Jared and avenge the elders and disciples who died, without draining the strength of our Celestial Palace. And if we borrow someone else's hand, we can even weaken the Draconians at the same time."

A sharp light flashed through Godric's eyes. He turned to the Great Elder at once, voice tight with urgency.

"Speak. Hurry up and tell me what this plan is."

The Great Elder smiled faintly. He lowered his voice again, leaned close to Godric's ear, and spoke slowly.

"Hall Master, do you still remember why the Draconians suddenly went into hiding and split apart many years ago?"

Godric's brow lifted. A flicker of confusion crossed his face, then it cleared just as fast. He said in a low voice, "You mean... the demon? And those Demon Dragons that turned to them?"

The Great Elder nodded, and a cold gleam cut through his eyes.'

"Exactly. Back then, civil strife broke out inside the Draconians. One side wanted peaceful coexistence with the demon, and the other opposed it completely. The two sides fought fiercely, and the Draconians were torn apart because of it.

Among them, part of the clan was so bent on seizing control of the Draconians that they were willing to turn to the demon race, cultivate demonic arts, and transform into Demon Dragons."

"Those Demon Dragons and the orthodox Draconians cannot exist under the same sky. Their hatred runs through generations. The moment they see a member of the orthodox Draconians, they fight until one side dies."

He paused, then went on.'

"Since Jared carries the Dragon Sovereign Bloodline and is a descendant of the orthodox Draconians' royal line, he is bound to be the sworn enemy of the Demon Dragon Lineage.

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