A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6193

At the edge of the Demon Marches, black fog hung there all year and never cleared.

Wild wind howled past, carrying dark red grit with it.

The world there was choked with violent, icy demonic aura.

An ordinary cultivator only had to step into that place for a moment before the demonic aura would invade the body and wipe out the spirit on the spot.

And in that dead, barren land, a massive palace stood in silence between heaven and earth.

Its whole body had been forged from black dragon bones and blood-colored dark iron, and it looked like some ancient beast that had slept there forever, giving off a pressure that made the chest tighten.

This was the foundation land of the Demon Dragon Lineage, the Demon Dragon Hall.

Outside the hall, layers upon layers of wards spread out like a spiderweb.

Phantom Demon Dragons flickered in the void, and every single ward held enough terrifying power to kill a Top Level High Immortal Realm expert.

Even a True Immortal Realm powerhouse barging in recklessly would end with body and soul destroyed.

And at that moment, three figures ignored every ward in their path.

As casually as if they were strolling through a garden, they passed through curtain after curtain of light and landed steadily on the white-jade square before the main entrance of the Demon Dragon Hall.

The one in front wore plain black clothes. His features were sharp, his bearing calm.

There wasn't the slightest ripple of spiritual power around him, and yet he seemed fused with heaven and earth itself, impossible to read.

He was Skylar.

At his side, Josephine's violet dress moved lightly around her.

Her beauty was stunning, her cool bearing like a frost lotus on a snowy peak, and a trace of curiosity sat in her eyes as she quietly studied the palace in front of her, a place steeped in strange, unsettling air.

She stayed close beside Skylar.

Even in the heart of the Demon Marches, where danger waited everywhere, the person beside her was enough to steady her steps.

And ahead of them, Darian, the Lord of the Demon Dragon Hall, had lowered himself to the extreme.

This leader of the Demon Dragon Lineage, who had roamed the Demon Marches for ten thousand years and made countless forces fear his name, now looked like the most loyal of servants, back bent as he led the way with careful steps.

Darian personally stepped forward, raised a hand covered in fine dragon scales, and slowly pushed open the incomparably heavy hall doors.

The instant the doors opened, a thick wave of demonic aura mixed with a lavish, twisted atmosphere rushed straight out.

The door hinges turned with a deep, heavy groan, like the low murmur of some ancient beast waking from sleep.

Darian quickly moved aside to clear the path.

He bent slightly and spoke in a tone so respectful it was nearly fawning. "Senior, please."

Skylar gave a faint nod, not bothering with empty courtesy, and stepped into the Demon Dragon Hall.

Josephine followed close behind.

Her light steps fell softly on the mirror-smooth floor as her eyes moved with quiet curiosity over everything inside the hall.

The scale of the Demon Dragon Hall was far beyond what anyone outside could have imagined.

The great hall rose so high it seemed to pierce the clouds, and countless dark red top-grade demon crystals were set into the ceiling, shedding a dim glow that dyed the whole place crimson.

Pillars so thick it would take dozens of people to wrap around one stood throughout the hall.

Each one had vivid Demon Dragon reliefs carved into it, all claws and fangs, all glaring eyes.

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