A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6200

Crack!

A faint breaking sound rose.

Godric's hand moved in a flash. Without a single wasted motion, he slammed his palm down on the armrest of his seat.

That armrest had been forged from ten-thousand-year dark iron mixed with divine metal. It was hard beyond reason. Even a full-force strike from ordinary High Immortal cultivators would have had trouble leaving a mark on it. But under that blow, heavy with everything he was holding back, it burst into a cloud of powder and sifted down.

Boom!

A savage aura erupted from Godric and swept through the entire Empyrean Hall.

The shockwave rolled like a tidal wave. The star pearls hanging from the ceiling shook violently, and every table, every chair, every furnishing in the hall shattered apart.

More than a dozen elders went rigid all at once. They hurriedly pushed their spiritual power into motion to resist, but it still wasn't enough. The pressure drove them back step after step until their footing turned unsteady, and in the end every one of them bent at the waist, lowered their heads, and fell completely silent.

Across the entire great hall, nothing remained except the fury pressing down from Godric.

"Darian!"

Godric snapped his head up. His voice crashed through the hall like thunder from the highest heavens, rolling again and again until everyone's ears buzzed and their minds shook with it.

"I'm going to tear you into pieces, grind your bones to dust, and wipe your Demon Dragon Lineage out of this world for good!"

The killing intent in his eyes surged. Golden light flared brighter and brighter, and the spiritual power around him churned without rest, like he was about to rip through the air that very next second and storm straight for the Demon Dragon Hall.

Godric shot to his feet. The aura around him climbed straight to its peak, and he was just about to give the order to gather every army under the Celestial Palace and flatten the Demon Dragon Hall.

But right at that moment, his step stopped.

The blaze in his chest kept burning, but the reason buried deep in his bones locked down on him at the last possible moment and held him there.

Godric slowly closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath.

Then he took another.

He forced down the fury that was nearly bursting out of his chest. Little by little, the violent aura around him pulled back.

He stood there without moving for a long time. Behind the silence, his thoughts flashed one after another, turning over possibilities and running through every outcome at speed.

Darian.

He was only True Immortal Realm Level One.

The Grand Elder had stood at the top of Level One in the True Immortal Realm. His strength had been enough to firmly suppress Darian, and on top of that he had gone with three True Immortal elders and fifty elite disciples. A lineup like that would have been more than enough even for a direct assault on a mid-level sect.

Even if every last member of the Demon Dragon Lineage had come out together and fought like their lives were on the line, there was still no way they could have killed the Grand Elder's entire group in such a short time without letting even one person escape to report back.

That simply didn't make sense.

Unless...

Godric's eyes flew open.

A good deal of the fire in them had faded. What took its place was something heavy and cold.

Unless there had been a hidden powerhouse inside the Demon Dragon Hall helping them.

And that person's strength had to be far beyond True Immortal Realm Level One. Maybe even... at his own cultivation level, or higher.

At once, Godric remembered that the Demon Dragon Lineage had never really been as simple as it looked on the surface. Behind them, there had always been the infamous demons. They were a piece those demons had planted in this region.

Could it really have been a demon expert making a move in person...?

The instant that thought landed, the rage inside Godric was replaced by a cold wariness.

The demons were brutal, cunning, and frighteningly strong. If they had truly stepped into this matter, then sending the Celestial Palace's forces out in a rush right now would be no different from walking straight into a trap.

Godric slowly walked back to the seat of honor and sat down again. His face kept shifting, dark to pale and back again, impossible to read.

Below him, the elders saw that their Hall Master had gone from explosive fury to a long silence, and questions began rising one after another in their minds.

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