A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5825

However, just as Sheldon turned to flee—ready to activate a life-saving secret art that would burn his own nascence, an aged, hoarse voice rang out. It sounded like bones grinding against one another, carrying a chilling cold that sent shivers down the spine.

"Leaving in such a hurry, Mr. Soulsby?"

The voice came from deep within the ranks of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect—from the pitch-black war carriage that had remained silent all this time, drawn by nine skeletal demon dragons.

Without any wind, the curtain of the carriage slowly lifted.

A hunched, gaunt figure—so frail it seemed a gust could knock him over—emerged step by step, leaning on a ghastly white bone staff.

His entire body was shrouded in a voluminous black robe, his features hidden from view. Only a pair of eyes burning with eerie green flames was visible.

Those green flames flickered, as if capable of scorching the soul itself.

With his appearance, the surrounding temperature plummeted. Even the air seemed to freeze as an overwhelming aura of death and decay spread outward, thick enough to suffocate.

It was the Supreme Elder of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect—Mordain Frostgrave, a true demonic colossus who had lived for countless ages, and whose cultivation had reached Top Level Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Seven.

He was also Infinite Soul Demon Sect's final trump card and pillar of strength.

At the sight of Mordain, the Demon Sect disciples—who had been on the brink of collapse—seemed to grasp their last lifeline. A glimmer of hope reignited in their eyes.

Hun Sha, as if clutching at the last straw, hurried to Mordain's side, his voice trembling with grievance and venomous hatred.

"Elder Frostgrave, you're finally taking action! This brat is utterly wicked! He brutally slaughtered multiple elders of our sect! I beg you, Elder Frostgrave, suppress him and avenge our fallen elders and disciples!"

Mordain did not spare Sheldon a glance. His ghostly green-flamed eyes locked onto Jared in midair like a venomous serpent, scrutinizing him from head to toe as though trying to peel away every secret.

After a long moment, his rasping, grating voice slowly rang out, filled with unconcealed contempt and icy malice.

"Young man, your methods are vicious and bizarre. Who knows what disgraceful inheritance you picked up in some backwater corner—yet you dare swagger about here, slaughtering members of my Infinite Soul Demon Sect? You're merely at Human Immortal Realm Level Nine. How dare you act all high and mighty with such a hollow and unstable foundation? Do you truly think I cannot see through your tricks?" he scoffed. "Kneel. Hand over your inheritance and magical items. Cripple your own cultivation. Perhaps, in consideration of the difficulty of your path, I may spare you a remnant soul and send you into reincarnation. Otherwise, I will let you taste what true soul-stripping and spirit-refining means—eternal damnation, never to be reborn!"

Mordain's words swept across the battlefield like a frigid wind from the netherworld, making countless hearts quake.

The naked greed and cruelty in his tone sent chills through all who heard it.

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