A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5270

Jared's eyes hardened—he was a breath from igniting his own blood essence when a cool voice drifted from above. “Drystan, bullying the weak—does that title still sound noble in your ears?”

Before Drystan's threat could finish echoing through the square, a flash of white streaked past like a startled swan. Isabel's cane snapped upward, spilling a storm of silver strands that rained down as razors. The seemingly soft filaments sliced through the golden-armored formation, flinging four guards across the flagstones and leaving them sprawled, unconscious and bleeding.

Drystan's pupils contracted. He stared at the unexpected woman in plain robes and blurted, “Isabel? What in heaven's name are you doing here?”

Isabel stepped in front of Jared. The crescent-shaped jade at her waist caught the sun with a gentle gleam. She spared the fallen guards a chilly glance, then fixed her icy eyes on Drystan. “By order of the Fourth Hall's Commander, l am here to safeguard Mr. Chance. You, Drystan, have ignored that order and led Golden Armor Guards to murder him. Are you trying to ignite a civil war?”

Drystan barked a laugh as though she had told a joke. Pointing at Jared, he roared, “He killed our people—shattered our prestige! You must be brainwashed to shield a traitor.”

His tone turned venomous. “Remember, Isabel, I'm acting under the Third Hall's command. Ruin my mission today, and not even the Fourth Hall's commander will save you when the third demands your head.”

Isabel flicked her cane. Silver threads wove a shimmering barrier before her, and the full force of a level-nine Earthly Immortal surged outward, cracking the cobblestones. “If you can, go ahead and complain to the Celestial King Palace. But touch Mr. Chance, and my Whisk of Purity will answer you first.”

Kishor accepted them, gratitude shining in his eyes. “Isabel, without you we'd all be corpses today.” He passed the medicine around, then gently fed a pill to Alice, pained by her pallor.

Jared swallowed a pill himself; the stabbing in his chest eased. He clasped his hands to Isabel. “You have my deepest thanks. I don't know how to repay the favor.”

Isabel watched him bandage his ribs, then spoke softly. “The Fourth Hall's commander bids me tell you this—there is no mortal enmity between you and the palace. The earlier insults from certain hall commanders were... unfortunate. If you are willing to set blades aside, the Fourth Hall wishes to stand as your ally. Whatever storms come, we will stand beside you.”