A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5303

Santino stared in blank confusion. Flaxseed and the newly conscious Corin shared the same stunned expression.

The notion that Ararat, lord of Swordmaster City at the top level of the Earthly Immortal Realm, would call Jared, a cultivator in the ninth level of the Wandering Immortal Realm, as his master was absurd.

Regaining a shred of arrogance, Santino bared his teeth. “Do not think I fear you, Ararat! This is the Holy Light Sect. Even a swordmaster will obey or bleed here, and you—”

He never finished. Ararat moved.

Nobody caught the moment the sword left his scabbard. One instant, the courtyard simmered with tension. Next, a silver streaked across the air so fast it seemed to shear daylight itself.

In the afterglow of that fleeting arc, Santino froze, face twisted in mid-snarl, every vein on his temple bulging like frayed rope. He did not fall. He stopped where he stood.

A hair-thin crimson line blossomed across his throat. Then, in utter silence, man and armor shattered into countless motes of gold and white, glittering like dying stars before the wind carried them away.

The leader of the Holy Light Sect had just been erased in the span of a heartbeat.

The plaza descended into silence. Disciples of the Holy Light Sect went pale as bones. Some collapsed to their knees, yet not one found the courage to run.

Ararat sheathed his sword and halted before Jared. He offered a respectful bow and said, “Mr. Chance, forgive the disturbance.”

Jared, only now prying himself free from stunned disbelief, said, “You… you're the leader of Swordmaster City?”

Ararat smiled and nodded. “That is correct. The city is under my guardianship.”

Jared's brows climbed, curiosity overtaking shock. “Then who is the man currently in charge?”

“He's my servant. Since my absence, he guarded the Swordmaster City,” Ararat replied, voice low and steady.

“Mr. Chance, since you saved me from the Celestial Stairway, I returned to level five to cultivate. I never leave the Swordmaster City and show myself.”

“Until I heard your name that I knew you are in level five. I never expect your cultivation to progress so fast.”

“I need to take responsibility for putting you in danger.”

Ararat felt guilty since he had promised to serve Jared for three hundred years.

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