A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5821

"Jared Chance!"

The scream—raw with hatred, venom, and a sliver of fear even Sheldon failed to notice in himself—ripped through the hush like a wounded beast.

Fixing his bloodshot gaze on the form above, Sheldon's face contorted, the five-finger brand that had once humiliated him throbbing with phantom pain.

Old grudges and new injuries erupted inside him like a volcano left too long to smolder.

"You wretched brat! How dare you appear before me again! I will tear you limb from limb and burn your soul for a thousand years!"

Black smog geysered from his body, spiraling skyward like a column of smoke, his voice climbing to a manic, almost shrill pitch.

By then, Garth had also recognized Jared. His massive, bell-like eyes blazed with murderous intent as he roared, "So you're Jared Chance—the b*stard who slew our elder and wrecked our Melded Beastkin Sacred Sect's ambitions! Good. You've come at the right time. Saves me the trouble of hunting you down. I shall cut off your head to avenge my fallen comrades!"

Faced with the hysterical roars and murderous intent of the two below, Jared didn't even lift an eyelid.

In fact, his gaze barely lingered on Sheldon and Garth, merely sweeping across the horrific battlefield below.

It passed over the severely wounded but still standing disciples of the Sword Sect, finally resting on Linden atop the main peak—weak in aura but resolute in gaze.

He gave a slight nod, acknowledging him, before turning his placid gaze toward Sheldon and Garth.

There was no angry questioning nor fierce reprimand.

In a calm, bone-chilling voice, Jared finally spoke. It wasn't loud, yet every word carried clearly across the battlefield, reaching the ears of every living being.

"I had intended to let you live a few more days, and only settle the score when I'm free. But alas, you insignificant beings have the guts and stupidity to commit this massacre in my absence."

As he paused, his eyes seemed to pierce through the twisted faces of Sheldon and Garth, seeing the fear and madness buried deep within their souls. A faint, mocking, disdainful curve swiftly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Very well. Since you are so eager to send yourselves to death, I shall grant your wish today. This level ten has been too peaceful for too long. It's time to wash it with your filthy blood."

Naturally, the indifference in Jared's words and his smug arrogance drove Sheldon and Garth nearly to madness.

Who were they?

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