A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6369

Tears and snot ran together down the cultivator's face. "I'll talk... I'll talk... We were only the vanguard... behind us... there's still Marshal Vale... he brought 1 thousand elites... he's right behind us..."

Jared's brow pulled tight. "Marshal Vale? What cultivation level?"

"True Immortal Realm Level Nine... True Immortal Realm Level Nine..."

The cultivator's voice kept fading. "The High Sovereign said... said you'd come to the Sixteenth Firmament... told Marshal Vale to hunt you down... alive, he wanted to see you in person... dead, he wanted your bodies..."

Jared went quiet for a moment.

"Where is Marshal Vale?"

"At... at the camp on the edge of the ice plains... he sent us ahead to scout the ruins... he'll arrive right after..."

Jared drew back the Dragonslayer Sword, turned, and looked at Gwendolyn.

"That's everything."

Gwendolyn gave a small nod and raised her hand.

A streak of ice-blue divine radiance shot into the cultivator's forehead.

The cultivator's body jerked hard, then slowly sagged.

His eyes stayed open, but there was nothing left in them.

Alaric walked over to Jared's side and looked at the bodies for a long time before speaking. "Marshal Vale. True Immortal Realm Level Nine. We can't beat him."

"I know." Jared's voice stayed even. "So we can't fight him head-on. We need help."

"Help? Where are we supposed to find that?" Elara's voice came out unsteady.

Jared reached into his robe and took out a silver-white jade slip. It was the token Gideon had given him from the Resistance.

"There is a human resistance in the Sixteenth Firmament. They're in Freevale, in the eastern region. We need to find them."

Alaric frowned. "Freevale in the eastern region? That's human territory. Our Frost Deity Branch..."

"The Frost Deity Branch is an enemy of the celestials too."

Jared cut him off. "The enemy of our enemy is our friend. Let's move. We can't stay here. Marshal Vale will notice soon enough that his men are dead, and by then, even if we want to leave, we won't be able to."

The five companions left the ice gorge at once and sped toward the eastern region.

Behind them, in the ice gorge, thirty-seven corpses lay in silence under the moonlight.

Golden blood had frozen across the ice, turning into dark-gold ice crystals.

At the edge of the ice plains, the celestial camp.

Marshal Vale sat inside the main tent with his eyes closed.

His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest.

His face looked carved from stone.

His long black hair was tied behind his head, and black battle armor covered his body, every inch of it etched with concealment sigils.

He was at the True Immortal Realm Level Nine.

Among the three war champions under Alaric Wycliffe, he was the one most skilled at hiding himself and killing in the dark.

In front of him, a jade token floated in the air.

The glow on the jade token kept dimming.

It kept weakening.

That was Lucian Gold's life sigil.

The light on it represented its master's life.

The moment that light went out completely, it meant Lucian Gold was dead.

Marshal Vale opened his eyes and looked at the jade token.

He stayed there a long time without saying a word.

"Dead," he said softly, each word forced out as if through clenched teeth. "Thirty-seven men. All of them."

He rose to his feet and walked out of the main tent.

Then he looked toward the depths of the ice plains.

The ripples from the ruins upon the ice plains had already vanished.

But his instinct told him the people who killed Lucian Gold were fleeing toward the eastern region.

"Pass the order down," he said, his voice cold. "Gather all forces. Pursue them."

"My lord, which direction do we pursue?" the cultivator behind him asked.

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