A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5123

“If that’s your answer, don’t blame me for what happens next!” the black-clad man snorted coldly and raised his hand to strike.

Before he could act, a terrifyingly violent aura burst from within the Eighth Hall.

Jared stepped out, accompanied by Jemina and Jhaelyn.

“You? You think you can lay a hand on the Eighth Hall?”

Jared regarded the black-clad man with open disdain.

“And who are you supposed to be? A mere Wandering Immortal Realm Level Five cultivator dares to address me that way?”

Confident in his own Wandering Immortal Realm Level Six cultivation, the black-clad man flatly looked down on Jared.

Jared merely smiled and, without even sparing him another glance, turned to Braxton. “Father, leave these people to me.”

Braxton nodded; Jared’s cultivation realm had risen again, and the elder before them was clearly no threat.

“Jared, kill those b*stards! Let them know what happens when they covet the Eighth Hall!” Thorley shouted, emboldened the moment he saw Jared arrive.

“Watch closely—this is a lesson worth learning,” Jared told Thorley.

“Arrogant whelp! If I don’t demonstrate my power, you’ll never understand how small you really are!” the black-clad elder bellowed when Jared continued to ignore him.

Enraged, he began to chant; the very heavens split open, and countless bolts of violet lightning crashed down.

Each bolt was as thick as a barrel, blanketing the sky and land alike in oppressive might.

Braxton and the Eighth Hall disciples retreated again and again beneath the crushing pressure.

Jared, however, only offered a faint smile, eyes brimming with contempt as he stared at the descending lightning. He didn’t so much as lift a finger.

When the violet lightning reached him, it simply vanished—gone as though it had never existed.

The sight left everyone momentarily stunned.

The black-clad elder’s brows knitted. “Not bad, kid. You do have some tricks.”

Then he roared, “Way of Ten Thousand Arts!”

At his command, the ten thousand cultivators behind him swung their weapons in unison toward the sky.

High above, the weapons fused and melded until they formed an unimaginably huge Divine Sword.

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