Jared chance novel Chapter 6240

"Who?! Who did it?!"

"It... it was Jared!"

Jared!

Those two syllables hit Godric's mind like a thunderclap.

The reincarnated Dragon Emperor. The one who had brought the Celestial Palace to total ruin.

Destroying the Celestial Palace hadn't been enough. He had gone after the Sacred Mountain too, and smashed the last hope Godric had left.

"Aaaagh—!"

Godric threw his head back and roared. Then he slammed out a palm strike, and violent spiritual power burst loose on the spot.

The stone hut exploded apart in an instant. Broken rock blasted in every direction, and dust swallowed the air.

Godric stood in the ruins, his whole body shaking.

His eyes were red as blood, and the spiritual power around him churned in complete disorder, so unstable it was nearly driving him off the edge.

"Jared! Jared!!!"

He roared the name out, the sound ripping from his throat like a wounded beast.

Every word came out raw, packed with fury, ruin, and refusal.

"You destroyed my Celestial Palace! You killed my disciples! And now you wouldn't even spare my last bargaining chip! Me and you, Jared—we can't exist under the same sky! This doesn't end until one of us dies!"

He struck out with another palm.

The ground exploded beneath the force, and broken stone sprayed in every direction.

Several Celestial Palace disciples rushed over when they heard the noise.

The moment they saw the Hall Master like this, they dropped to their knees on the spot and didn't dare move.

Godric raged on for a long while before the strength finally ran out.

At last, he dropped to one knee and dragged in rough breaths.

His eyes were webbed with bloodshot streaks.

What was left in him had sunk all the way down.

It was over.

All of it was over.

The Sacred Mountain was gone.

The Venerable's physical body was gone.

The last chip in his hand was gone too.

What was he supposed to use to bargain with the Celestial Basilica now?

What was he supposed to use to rise again?

What was he supposed to use to avenge the dead disciples?

Elder Shaw crawled over to him and said through his tears, "Hall Master, you have to hold on. We... we aren't at the end yet..."

Godric lifted his head and looked at him.

A bleak smile pulled at his mouth. "Not at the end? Tell me. What road do we still have left?"

Elder Shaw parted his lips, but nothing came out.

Yeah.

What road was left?

The Celestial Palace was gone.

The Sacred Mountain was gone.

And the disciples were down to a little over 200 people.

Now they were living under someone else's roof, worked like dogs.

And once the Celestial Basilica found out the Sacred Mountain had been destroyed, once they learned the people here had nothing of value left in their hands...

Godric's whole body jerked.

The Celestial Basilica!

If Aurelius found out the Sacred Mountain had been destroyed, found out they didn't have a single bargaining chip left, what would that ruthless bastard do?

Godric saw that mild smile on Aurelius's face again.

He saw the way Aurelius had wiped out one of his Elders with a casual flick, like it meant nothing at all.

And he heard that line again—"once they've squeezed every last bit of value out of them."

Now that value was gone.

So what reason did they still have to exist?

"No... no..."

Godric shot to his feet, his face hard and dark.

"He can't know. He absolutely can't!"

He turned and looked at the Elders gathering around him. He dropped his voice, fast and sharp enough to cut.

"Listen to me. The news that the Sacred Mountain was destroyed cannot get out. No one says a word. Especially not anyone from the Celestial Basilica."

The Elders' faces drained.

"Hall Master, this... can we really keep that hidden?"

"Whether we can or not, we still hide it!"

Godric ground the words out through clenched teeth.

"As long as Aurelius doesn't know, we still have time. We still have a chance."

He paused.

Something hard set in his eyes.

"We can't stay here anymore."

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