A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6225

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The Grand Basilica

Godric sat on the throne, his face dark clear to the limit.

Now, the second he thought about Skylar's casual strike, that terrifying power that crushed everything in its way came back on him like a nightmare, and his whole body shook.

He had lived for ten thousand years. He had ruled the Celestial Palace for thousands more and moved unchecked across the Fourteenth Firmament, yet he had never seen an existence that terrifying.

And Skylar had looked so young.

"Skylar... the Demon Dragon Lineage..."

Godric ground his teeth and spoke under his breath. His voice came out hoarse and dry, thick with venom. "This hatred can't exist under the same sky. If that day comes, I'll tear you into pieces and make you pay in blood for blood."

But the second that hatred rose, something heavier pressed it back down.

He lifted his eyes toward the hall entrance and looked at the surviving disciples outside, all of them wounded, all of them hanging their heads.

His heart kept sinking.

For this campaign, he had thrown in every elite the Celestial Palace had. Thousands of disciples. More than ten True Immortal elders.

Now, fewer than 200 had made it back alive, and only four True Immortal elders remained. Everyone else had either been buried under demonic flames or fallen while fleeing in the collapse.

The foundation the Celestial Palace had built up over tens of thousands of years in the Fourteenth Firmament had been gutted by this one battle, nearly half of it gone.

The celestial overlord that had once shaken every direction was nothing but an empty frame now, swaying like it could fall apart at any moment.

What shook him even more was what came next.

Once word got out that the Celestial Palace had been crushed this badly, every force in the Fourteenth Firmament would start moving.

Back when the Celestial Palace had stood at full strength, it had acted with open arrogance.

With power behind them, they had trampled countless small and mid-sized forces, snatched opportunities, seized secret realms, and slaughtered anyone who refused to bow. There were grudges everywhere.

Worst of all, they had used worship at Sacred Mountain as a cover.

They dangled blessings and help through tribulation as bait, then secretly took the spirits and blood essence of more than ten thousand cultivators, all to try to revive a forbidden Ghost Clan Venerable. Godric had done everything he could to bury that matter, but some rumors had still leaked out, and countless cultivators had been left to swallow it in silence.

Now the Celestial Palace had been gutted. Its strength had fallen off a cliff.

The forces they had once crushed would definitely use this chance to kick them while they were down and come at them together.

When that happened, getting revenge would be the last thing the Celestial Palace could think about.

It likely would not even have a place left to stand. Bit by bit, it would be carved up and swallowed until it vanished completely from the map of the Fourteenth Firmament.

"Hall Master, how are your injuries? This subordinate has already prepared an immortal pill for your recovery."

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