A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6678

There were seven of them in total.

All were above Golden Immortal Level Six. The two leaders had even reached Golden Immortal Level Seven.

Their robes varied. One wore black embroidered with dark-red patterns. Another wore white stained with dust and blood. Someone else was wrapped in beast hide like a wilderness hunter.

Every weapon they carried radiated danger.

Swords.

Sabers.

Black banners.

Copper hammers.

Iron whips.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass on our territory?"

One of the Golden Immortal Level Seven cultivators barked.

A heavyset middle-aged man stepped forward. A long scar cut from his brow down to his jaw, sharpening the menace in his face.

In his hand was a blood-red saber. Dark-red light flowed across its blade like something alive, releasing a smell of blood that made the heart tighten.

Jared looked at them with calm black eyes.

"Your territory? Since when did the Emperorfall Expanse belong to you?"

"Cut the nonsense."

The other Golden Immortal Level Seven cultivator spoke.

He was tall and thin, with a sinister face. He wore a black robe and held a black banner in his hand.

The banner was covered in dense, strange runes. In the dim light, those runes blinked slowly like countless tiny eyes.

"We arrived first. All resources here belong to us. A Golden Immortal Level One junior like you is lucky to have made it this far alive. Be smart and get out, or we will not be polite."

As soon as he finished, the other five stepped forward at the same time.

Their arcane implements pointed at Jared.

Killing intent pressed down like a physical force.

The seven auras gathered into an invisible mountain, trying to crush the young man who appeared to be only Golden Immortal Level One.

Jared did not move.

A faint, cold smile touched his mouth.

"Golden Immortal Level One?"

He repeated the words, then gave a low laugh full of contempt. "Looks like you have never heard my name."

"Your name?"

The burly man sneered and spun the blood-red saber in his hand. The red light on the blade grew brighter.

"What are you? Why would we need to remember you?"

Jared met his eyes.

"My name is Jared Chance. When you go down, ask Corvin Skyreach about me. He knows who I am."

That sentence hit the group like a stone thrown into still water.

Their faces changed at once.

All their arrogance froze.

Corvin Skyreach.

The Golden Crow clan chief.

The peak Golden Immortal Level Eight Corvin Skyreach.

Dead.

The news had already spread through the Nineteenth Firmament in only a few days. Like wildfire, it had reached almost everyone.

The killer was said to be a Golden Immortal Level One cultivator of the Aureate Way named Jared Chance.

They said he cultivated the legendary chaotic force.

They said he had killed peak Golden Immortal Level Eight Corvin Skyreach, then worked with the demonic cultivators of the Southern Wasteland Demon Marches to set a trap in Soul Burial Valley and wipe out the Golden Crow clan's elites.

Many people doubted that a Golden Immortal Level One cultivator could kill someone at peak Level Eight.

But the story was too detailed to dismiss completely.

And now, that legendary name stood right in front of them.

Golden Immortal Level One.

Surrounded by seven cultivators.

Calm as if nothing around him mattered.

"You... you are Jared Chance?" The burly man's expression turned ugly, and his grip tightened around the saber. "The one who killed Corvin Skyreach?"

"That's right."

Jared's posture did not change. "Now, are you still going to stop me?"

The burly man and the thin man exchanged a look.

Hesitation flashed in both their eyes.

Splat.

His body split down the middle.

Blood sprayed like a fountain. Organs spilled across the gray rock, steaming faintly.

His eyes remained open, full of shock and disbelief, as if even in death he could not understand how he had died.

One sword.

A Golden Immortal Level Seven cultivator was dead.

The remaining six were stunned.

They looked at their fallen companion, at the corpse split in two, then at the young man who still looked perfectly calm.

Shock became fear.

Fear became horror.

"One sword... he killed a Level Seven with one sword."

"Run. Run!"

The six scattered like startled birds, fleeing in different directions as if they wished they had been born with more legs.

Jared gave them no chance.

His figure vanished.

The seed of spatial law spun rapidly inside him, and silver-gray light intertwined beneath his feet into an ancient pattern.

His body flashed through the void again and again.

Every flash crossed several miles.

He appeared behind each fleeing cultivator like a ghost.

The first was Golden Immortal Level Six. Jared appeared behind him, swept the Dragonslayer Sword across his neck, and sent his head flying. Blood shot upward.

The second was also Golden Immortal Level Six. Jared appeared in front of him and drove his sword through the man's chest, piercing the heart. The corpse slammed into the rocks.

The third.

The fourth.

The fifth.

One sword each.

No one forced him to swing twice.

The last survivor was the sinister thin man, a Golden Immortal Level Seven cultivator.