A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5166

The setting sun bled across the gates of the Seventh Hall, splashing the mountainside with scarlet.

Jared arrived with his companions. Hands clasped behind his back, he stood at the forefront while Flaxseed and the others followed at a respectful distance. His slight frame cast a long silhouette in the evening glow, yet the pressure that rolled off him felt unstoppable.

Cultivators from the Azurecloud Sect watched with a mixture of frenzy and reverence; they sensed an imminent battle and knew they were about to witness another miracle.

Step by unhurried step, Jared walked straight toward the lair of the Seventh Hall’s overlord.

“Mr. Chance, you truly plan to storm the Seventh Hall alone?” Everett swallowed hard, staring at the mist-shrouded main peak. His voice trembled. “Mr. Saleto, the overlord of the Seventh Hall, is at the Top Level Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine, and we don’t even know how many other Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine cultivators he’s got guarding the place...”

Jared did not bother to turn around. The wind carried his lightly mocking reply, “Top Level Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine? To me, that’s just a slightly larger ant.” He had slain the Five Wraiths and absorbed new sword intent from the Sword Sect—now his strength felt terrifying even to himself.

With that, his figure blurred into a streak of light that shot toward the summit.

The defensive formation before the mountain gate flared awake, countless runes weaving a net of light to bar his way. Jared’s lips curved in a cold smile. He flicked a finger, releasing a thread of near-invisible chaotic energy. Like an unseen pair of shears, it sliced the Mountain Defense Formation to shreds.

Boom! The explosion of the formation echoed through the entire Seventh Hall. Startled disciples looked up from their cultivation just in time to see a lone intruder blast through every barrier and crash straight into Saleto’s hall.

Inside, Saleto sat cross-legged, racking his brains for a way to report to the Fourth Hall. Since returning from the Eighth Hall, he had remained behind closed doors—the shock Jared had given him was simply too great, and he still had no idea how to explain it to Beatra.

Suddenly, the crystal dome above the hall exploded. Amid a rain of shards, Jared descended like a deity of war, landing steadily at the center and sweeping an indifferent gaze over him.

“I visited only to see you!” Saleto blurted. “I was acting on Lady Beatrara’s orders—to investigate your background, nothing more.”

Jared’s gaze narrowed. He had not expected even the Fourth Hall’s overlord to take notice of him. Saleto alone stands at the Top Level Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine—what kind of monster is Beatra?

“I don’t care whether you wish to be my enemy,” Jared said, each word like frost. “I’m here to wipe you out—unless you resign from the Celestial Palace of your own accord. I’ve already obliterated the Barbaric Clan, the Destiny Sect, and Bloodshadow Palace. Anyone who offends me pays in full.”

Saleto’s brow knotted. “That’s going too far. Do you really think I fear you?” Yet even as he spoke, terror gnawed at him; quitting the Celestial Palace meant certain death by morning.

“If you’re not afraid,” Jared teased, “then attack me.”