A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5142

Such an effortless destruction of the formation made Drake's expression change on the spot.

He could see that Jared had used almost no spiritual energy at all; the feat was accomplished purely by overwhelming physical strength and the pressure of a divine soul.

“Body Sanctification? Are you from the Barbaric Clan?”

Suspicion and surprise colored Drake's voice.

He recognized the raw, brutal force as the work of the Barbarian Body-Refinement Manual, unique to that clan.

The Barbaric Clan had never borne any grudges against Destiny Sect—in fact, their relations were rather cordial.

Why, then, would a clansman show up to wreak havoc? Drake truly could not fathom it.

“The Barbaric Clan?”

Jared's lips curled into a mocking arc. “In this Third Heaven, the Barbaric Clan exists no more.”

“What do you mean by that?” Drake asked, utterly confused.

“Nothing complicated. Take it at the literal meaning, that's all,” Jared responded with a faint, almost casual smile.

Drake's brows drew together as he questioned, “Are you claiming you wiped out the entire Barbaric Clan?”

“That's correct,” Jared answered with a small nod.

“Drake, don't let him brag his way into your head,” the elder who had arranged the formation scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. “With the meager strength he just showed, is it even possible he could exterminate the Barbaric Clan? Even if our Destiny Sect mobilized its full force, taking that clan down would still cost us considerable time.”

Although Jared had unraveled the elder's formation, that alone hardly proved he possessed the power to annihilate the Barbaric Clan.

Jared turned to the elder and asked evenly, “So you don't believe me?”

“Of course I don't! A man like you destroying the Barbaric Clan? You—” The elder never finished his sentence; a flash of golden light exploded before his eyes.

“Mr. Lefwald!” The cry burst from every disciple's throat at once; shock paralyzed them.

Their sect leader had stood at the Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine—how could he have fallen so easily?

“Your sect leader joined forces with the Barbaric Clan and Bloodshadow Palace to ambush me, hoping to seize the magical items I took from the ancient ruins. The three of them were outmatched and paid with their lives,” Jared stated matter-of-factly. “If they could come after my treasures, am I not entitled to wipe their sects from the map?”

Drake's face turned an ashen gray. The Barbaric Clan, Bloodshadow Palace, and their own Destiny Sect had fielded three Level Nine Wandering Immortals, yet Jared had slain them all. The depth of his power was terrifying beyond measure, and Drake knew the people assembled here had no chance of stopping him.

“Mr. Fontane, I humbly request your presence—now!”

Drake thrust out a stream of aura that shot straight into Destiny Peak.

A deafening rumble followed; the entire mountain shook as a jagged fissure split the peak apart. A moment later, a golden streak tore across the sky and landed before Jared.

The newcomer was an elderly man in a royal-purple robe embroidered with nine coiling dragons, a lustrous purple-gold crown upon his brow. It was the previous sect leader, Fontane, a cultivator at the Wandering Immortal Realm Top Level Nine.