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..."

Evelyn helped Jared inside and let him lean back against the stone wall to rest. Then she took out a healing elixir and fed it to him.

"Young Lord, get some rest first. I'm going outside to set up a simple veiling ward, then I'll come back and keep watch over you."

Jared gave a weak nod, closed his eyes, and began circulating his cultivation method to refine the medicine's power.

Evelyn stepped out of the cave, took several array flags from her Storage Ring, and set up a simple veiling ward around the entrance.

It couldn't compare to the great formations of the major sects, but it was at least enough to fool ordinary pursuers.

After setting the ward, she stayed by the entrance for a long while. Only after she confirmed no one had followed them did she turn and go back into the cave.

Jared had already fallen into a deep sleep. His face was still pale, but his breathing had steadied a lot.

Evelyn sat down beside him and looked at the weariness on his face. Again, that same hard-to-name feeling stirred inside her.

This man had crossed an immense distance just to save a friend and came all the way to the Luminous Sanctuary, only to be deceived, hunted, and nearly killed. Even so, he had never complained once, and he had never taken a single step back.

She murmured softly, "Young Lord, you have to get better soon..."

For the next 3 days, the two of them stayed hidden inside the cave.

Each day, Jared took medicine, regulated his breathing, refined spiritual power, and slowly repaired his damaged meridians.

Evelyn handled the watch. From time to time, she went out to scout for news and gathered spirit herbs on the way back to help treat Jared's injuries.

By the end of those 3 days, Jared's injuries had improved quite a bit. He still hadn't fully recovered, but at least he could move normally again.

On this day, Jared was inside the cave regulating his breath when he suddenly caught the faint sound of footsteps outside.

His eyes opened, and his gaze sharpened.

Evelyn heard it too. She got to her feet at once and took a guarded stance.

A moment later, someone pushed the vines at the entrance aside, and several figures appeared outside the cave.