A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6335

Shade Abyss.

Jared came down at the entrance to Shade Abyss and lifted his eyes to the massive black stone door ahead.

The demonic cultivators standing guard on both sides of the stone door recognized him at once, and their faces changed on the spot.

"J-Jared..."

"I want to see Malachy," Jared said, his voice level.

"Hall Master... Hall Master is..."

"I said, I want to see Malachy."

The demonic cultivators traded glances and did not dare block him again.

They stepped aside and opened a path, watching as Jared walked through the stone door.

The underground palace beneath Shade Abyss was as grim and imposing as ever.

Ore set into the domed ceiling gave off a dim nether light, like a night sky hanging upside down.

The demonic cultivators lined both sides and watched Jared pass, caution written all through their eyes.

Malachy Vane sat on the black throne, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest in a steady rhythm.

He watched Jared approach, and the corner of his mouth lifted a little.

"Jared. You came."

Jared walked to the foot of the raised platform and stopped there.

Then he looked up at Malachy Vane.

"Lord of Shadow Hall, you should already know that the Skywolf Tribe is under siege."

The smile on Malachy Vane's face stiffened.

"I know."

"Then why haven't you sent troops?"

Malachy Vane said nothing for a moment.

"Jared, you know exactly why. The Tribunal Venerable is the strongest man in the Fifteenth Firmament, a True Immortal Realm Level Eight. I can't beat him, and I won't send Shadow Hall's disciples out to die for nothing."

Jared looked at him without wavering.

"What if I told you I can beat the Tribunal Venerable?"

Malachy Vane's pupils tightened slightly.

"What realm are you in now?"

"Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Nine."

Malachy Vane stayed silent for a long time.

"Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Nine against a True Immortal Realm Level Eight. Jared, do you have any idea how wide that gap is?"

"I do," Jared said, his voice even. "But when I killed Magnus Storme, I killed above my realm. When I fought Cedric Gilt, I fought above my realm then too. Tell me, what have I ever done that wasn't across realms?"

Malachy Vane didn't answer.

Jared went on. "Lord of Shadow Hall, your grudge with the Tribunal didn't start yesterday. Magnus Storme was the one you had me kill. Sooner or later, the Tribunal Venerable is going to trace that back to you. Do you really think staying out of this means he'll spare you?"

Malachy Vane's expression changed.

"You..."

"He's already getting ready to move against you."

Jared cut him off. "I got word the Tribunal Venerable sent people to warn you not to interfere in the Skywolf Tribe's business. Why would he say that? Because he wants to wipe out the Skywolf Tribe first, then come back and deal with you."

Malachy's hand closed into a hard fist.

Jared looked at him and eased his voice down a notch.

"Lord of Shadow Hall, I'm not here to beg you. I'm here to tell you this is your only chance. The Skywolf Tribe, the Moonshade Realm, and Shadow Hall—if we join forces, we may not lose to the Tribunal. But if you keep standing there and watching, once the Skywolf Tribe is gone, you're next."

Malachy said nothing for a long time.

Then he rose from the black throne.

"What do you want me to do?"

Jared took out a map from his Storage Ring and spread it open in front of Malachy.

"The Skywolf Tribe is surrounded. Hadrian is injured, and he won't hold out much longer. I need you to send troops in from the flank and hit the Tribunal's encirclement. Break up their formation."

"Then what?"

"Then I attack head-on. Hadrian and I will join forces and hold off those three elders at True Immortal Realm Level Seven. You take the Shadow Hall disciples and finish off the remaining celestial cultivators."

Malachy stared at the map in silence for a long while.

"Jared, are you sure you can hold back three True Immortal Realm Level Seven elders?"

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