A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6491

"After a moment, the old man in white pulled himself back from that break in composure.

His voice turned cold and final. ""No matter the reason, you must leave this place at once."""

"His fly-whisk shifted lightly.

An invisible force struck out and pushed Master Wellspring back three steps."

"Master Wellspring steadied himself.

Then he raised his head and looked straight into the old man's eyes."

"Those eyes were deep, as if they held the wear of endless years.

Yet they were also clear, like spring water running through a mountain stream."

"Master Wellspring drew in a deep breath, cupped his fists, and said, ""Senior, this junior did not come for selfish gain. The Aureate Heir this junior serves bears the Aureate Codex of the Way and is the heir chosen by the First Patriarch of the Aureate Way.

His physical body was destroyed, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul. He urgently needs Genesis Dew to rebuild his body and restore the Aureate Way. Senior, please grant this."""

"The old man in white's brows shifted slightly.

A ripple crossed his eyes, but it was gone almost as soon as it appeared, and stillness returned."

"He shook his head. His tone remained cold.

""The Aureate Heir of the Way? The Aureate Codex? I do not care who you are, and I do not care who this Aureate Heir of yours is.

The Primordial Sanctuary has existed for hundreds of thousands of years, and its rules have never changed. If you want Genesis Dew, there are only two paths: defeat me, or bring out something more precious than Genesis Dew to trade for it.

Since you cannot defeat me, and you cannot produce a treasure of equal value, then please go back."""

"Master Wellspring's fists tightened.

The old man's words were true; there was no way around that. But giving up was not an option."

"The Aureate Heir was still waiting inside the jade vial.

The Aureate Heir needed him."

Master Wellspring clenched his teeth and said in a low voice, "Senior, this junior has offended you."

This time, Master Wellspring held nothing back.

"He drove the spiritual power inside him to its absolute limit.

Blinding spiritual light ran along the verdant longsword. Dense green sigils surfaced across the blade, packed one over another like scales.

It was the swordsmanship secret art passed down through the Wellspring Order for generation after generation—the Wyrmblade Canon."

"He brought the sword down in a single cut.

The sword aura surged out and became a 10-yard-long azure dragon, claws spread, fangs bared, roaring as it lunged at the old man in white."

"Wherever the azure dragon passed, the mist within the great hall was ripped apart.

The chamber itself bent faintly around it, and the air gave off a shrill, ear-splitting scream."

"The old man in white watched the azure dragon come for him.

For one instant, his eyes gave the faintest sign that the strike had earned notice."

"He had lived for 10 thousand years and had seen more prodigies than could be counted.

But those who could unleash a sword canon this sharp while only at the early phase of Golden Immortal Level Three were not common."

"He lifted his right hand.

His five fingers opened, and a mass of white radiance poured from his palm."

"The light was pure and warm, without the slightest trace of killing intent.

Yet buried inside it was power enough to destroy heaven and earth."

"The radiance formed into a massive light-shield in front of him.

It stood between him and the azure dragon, stopping the dragon outside its glow."

"The azure dragon slammed into the light-shield.

A deafening boom exploded through the air, and the whole High Hall trembled faintly under the impact."

"The light-shield shook hard.

Even so, it did not move an inch, and not the slightest sign of shattering appeared."

Master Wellspring clenched his teeth and cut out with another sword strike.

"This strike was sharper than the first.

It was heavier, fiercer, and more overbearing."

"He forced out his nascence-wrought spiritual power.

Even at the cost of damaging his own foundation, he drove the Wyrmblade Canon to its peak."

"The azure dragon's body swelled to twice its size.

Its roar shook the mist within the great hall until it churned violently, and even the elder runes on the wall began to flicker unsteadily."

"The azure dragon crashed into the light-shield again.

This time, cracks appeared across the shield. They spread outward like a spiderweb."

The old man in white's brow creased by the smallest degree.

"He withdrew his right hand.

The light-shield scattered and vanished."

With nothing left to block it, the azure dragon hurled itself at the old steward with the force of Thunderfall Unbound.

"The old steward did not dodge.

He did not cast any defensive spell, either.

He only raised his left hand and, as if swatting away something weightless, pressed one palm onto the azure dragon's head."

Boom!

"A tremendous crash rang out.

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