A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5151

Although the female cultivators flung themselves to their knees, sobbing and begging for mercy, Jared’s Dragonslayer Sword carved a merciless arc of light through the air. Scarlet droplets fanned outward; not a single woman survived his sweep.

Flaxseed staggered upright, one hand pressed to the gash at his side. When he saw the beautiful bodies strewn across the floor, he wheezed in pain—and exasperation. “Jared! Why’d you butcher every last one? Couldn’t you have left me a few alive? I never even had the chance to enjoy their company...”

He hopped from one foot to the other, more agitated than injured.

Jared sheathed his blade and asked coolly, “Keep them alive so they could lure in more victims with those pretty faces?”

His golden eyes flicked toward Flaxseed. “Do you really think they would have surrendered? If I hadn’t stepped in, you’d already be a puddle of blood.”

Flaxseed let out a helpless sigh. “Fine, fine. If you had to kill them, at least leave the bodies intact—could still use them.”

Jared could only roll his eyes in speechless disgust.

Everett and the others were likewise appalled; Flaxseed’s lust truly knew no bounds.

“Start gathering whatever’s worth taking,” Jared ordered.

At that, Flaxseed brightened and was the first to dash toward the fallen women, rifling through their pouches.

The sword’s last bead of blood had not yet fallen when Jared felt the heavens churn. Above, clouds previously torn apart by the Dragonslayer Sword re-knit themselves in a violent spiral. Five pillars of dark-violet astral wind plummeted from the sky like clawing ghosts, each laden with pressure strong enough to pulverize a mountain.

Flaxseed was crouched beside a corpse, rummaging for a scented sachet, when the sudden force made his hand tremble. The warm emerald he had just grabbed cracked in his fist. “What in the blazes is that?”

Everett was prying open the Bloodshadow Palace’s iron treasury gate. Hearing Flaxseed’s shout, he looked up—and his pupils shrank. “Level Nine Wandering Immortals! They’re with that mysterious organization!”

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