A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6187

Under Jared's gaze, a chill ran through Elder Cillian's whole body.

Something he had never known before clawed up from the bottom of him.

He had cultivated for a thousand years and stepped into True Immortal Realm Level One.

In his own eyes, that made him one of the strong ones even in the Fourteenth Firmament.

But the young man in front of him had already lost more than half his bloodline, and his strength had dropped hard.

Even so, one sword strike had slaughtered more than a dozen of his disciples, and the next had left him heavily wounded.

What kind of monster was this?!

"You... who the hell are you?!"

Elder Cillian's voice shook as the words came out.

Jared didn't answer.

He only lifted the Dragonslayer Sword, slow and steady, and leveled the tip at Elder Cillian's throat.

The black blade flashed with that strange light under the sun.

The golden dragon patterns looked almost alive, and somewhere inside the steel, a low dragon's cry seemed to hum.

A cold rush shot from the soles of Elder Cillian's feet straight to the crown of the skull.

At that point, he couldn't care less about pride, the mission, or the Celestial Basilica's dignity.

"Retreat! Move!"

He shouted the order, then struggled to his feet and staggered away into the distance.

The remaining Celestial Basilica disciples had already been scared out of their wits.

The second they heard the order, they turned and ran like they had just been pardoned, scrambling for the distance as fast as they could.

The arrogance they had been showing a moment ago had vanished without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, only Jared and Evelyn Ashcroft were left in the vale.

Jared stood with his sword in hand, watching those fleeing figures.

Not a ripple showed in his eyes.

Evelyn Ashcroft finally snapped out of it and ran to his side. "Young Lord, why didn't you chase them? You can't leave the roots alive. If they get back and report this, people from the Celestial Basilica will come after us again very soon!"

Jared said nothing.

He only stood there in silence.

Evelyn Ashcroft was just about to urge him again when Jared's body suddenly swayed.

The Dragonslayer Sword slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a clang.

"Young Lord!"

Evelyn went white. She lunged forward and caught Jared before he could fall.

His face had turned paper-pale, and thick beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead.

His lips parted like he was about to say something, but a mouthful of blood burst out instead.

Pfft!

Blood splashed across the front of his robe, bright and shocking against the cloth.

Evelyn nearly lost her footing as she held him up and eased him down. "Young Lord! Young Lord, what happened to you?!"

Jared sagged against her, dragging in rough breaths. It took a long while before he finally forced the words out. "That last sword strike... was the final blow I could force out with everything I had... If Cillian hadn't run, I... I wouldn't have lasted three breaths..."

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