A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5143

Fontane had remained in seclusion for solitary training, striving to ascend to the Fourth Heaven and attain the Earthly Immortal Realm.

Fontane's eyes blazed like torches as he surveyed the shattered courtyard, then settled on the pallid Drake. “Why summon me? Do you not know I am in seclusion?” His voice was icy, and every disciple present trembled.

“Mr. Fontane, I had no choice. Our current sect leader has been killed, and the enemy stands at our gate—we cannot hold him back,” Drake answered helplessly.

“You mean him?” Fontane's gaze skewered Jared.

Drake gave a single, silent nod.

Fontane let his eyes rest on Jared, annoyance flickering in their depths. “Who are you, and why have you attacked Destiny Sect?”

Confident in the might of his Wandering Immortal Realm Top Level Nine cultivation, Fontane dismissed whatever tricks Jared might have displayed.

Jared lifted his head, met Fontane's stare, and enunciated each word, “I told you—I'm here to exterminate your sect.”

“Insolence!”

No Destiny Sect clan leader had ever suffered such provocation. Fury inflamed Fontane; with a sweep of his right hand, a radiant longsword appeared—the sect's treasure, the Destiny Divine Sword.

“Today, you will learn that the dignity of a Top Level Wandering Immortal is not to be violated!”

Finishing the declaration, Fontane slashed. Heaven and earth dimmed as countless sword energy rays fused into a colossal golden dragon that roared toward Jared.

That single stroke embodied the sum of Fontane's lifelong cultivation, its power capable of sunder­ing mountains and seas—ordinary Level Six or Seven Wandering Immortals would be unable even to approach its edge.

Flaxseed and the others blanched at the sight and instinctively started forward to lend a hand, yet a single warning glance from Jared froze them on the spot.

Jared understood perfectly well that, even if Flaxseed and the rest joined the fray, they would be of no real help and would only force him to divide his attention.

After all, it was merely an opponent at the Wandering Immortal Realm Top Level Nine—hardly enough to warrant the slightest concern from him.

Besides, ever since he had practiced the Barbarian Body-Refinement Manual, his physical body had grown several times tougher, and his overall strength had soared in tandem.

Standing his ground, Jared let golden radiance pour from every pore; the Golem Body ran at full capacity, and coupled with the new resilience of his flesh, his body in that moment was no different from a divine weapon.

He did not bother drawing a weapon—he simply stretched out his right hand, fingers splayed, and clawed straight toward that colossal golden dragon.

If I'm going to make a statement, I certainly can't rely on a weapon. Otherwise, the effect of showing off would be ruined!

Pfft! Fontane coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

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