A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6557

"Gwendolyn..." Jared opened his eyes and called her name softly.

She froze.

He hadn't said anything else, but she saw it in his eyes anyway.

With a sweep of her hand, Gwendolyn wrapped the cave entrance in white mist until nothing inside could be seen.

Then she began to undress. It had been a long time, and she was going to dual cultivate with Jared.

When they finally pulled each other close, the temperature inside the cave began to rise.

And each time they moved together, Josephine’s name slipped from his lips.

Gwendolyn didn't mind. She knew no one could ever take Josephine's place in his heart.

At the same time, in the Ember God Palace...

In the great hall, Aurelius sat on the Flame God's Throne with golden flames burning all around him.

Three people knelt before him.

They were the two who had escaped from the Godfall Wastes—Vaughn and Silas—and the deputy of the middle-aged man Josephine had killed in the valley today.

Vaughn and Silas were both covered in injuries. The sword wound across Vaughn's chest had been bandaged, but blood was still seeping through, and though Silas's sunken chest had been treated, every breath still looked painful.

They supported each other as they knelt in the center of the great hall, foreheads pressed to the floor, not daring to look up.

After a full day and night of recovery and sheer endurance, they had finally made it back to the Ember God Palace.

They had left full of confidence.

They came back in ruins.

As for the celestial cultivator who served as the deputy, he was shaking all over, his face white as paper, like a man who had just crawled back from death's door.

Aurelius said nothing.

He stayed silent for so long that everyone in the hall started to wonder if he'd fallen asleep.

But his eyes were open.

Those red-gold eyes flickered in the firelight like two burning stars.

"So," he said at last, his voice so calm it turned the air cold, "Garrick is dead. Thirty Ember Drake Guards were wiped out to the last man. And you two crawled back here in this state."

Vaughn and Silas both shuddered violently.

"Your servant failed."

Vaughn's voice had gone raw. "Jared... his chaotic force suppresses all holy radiance. My judgment flame was useless in front of him, like wet paper. Senior Garrick burned his blood essence and forced his cultivation to the threshold of Golden Immortal Level Four, and Jared still ran him through with a single sword strike."

"A single sword strike." Aurelius repeated the words, his red-gold eyes narrowing.

He rose to his feet.

The flames around him surged with the motion, and the temperature in the great hall spiked several times over in an instant.

The divine fire lamps hanging through the hall exploded again, scattering golden sparks everywhere.

A few disciples kneeling below were hit. Their skin blistered and burned on contact, but none of them dared move. None of them dared make a sound.

"True Immortal Realm Level Eight, and he killed someone at the peak of Golden Immortal Level Three with one strike." There was a trace of wariness in Aurelius's voice now, so slight even he seemed not to notice it. "What exactly is Jared?"

No one could answer him.

Vaughn and Silas lowered their heads even farther, their foreheads nearly pressed flat to the floor.

Aurelius let his gaze slide off Vaughn and Silas and settle on the celestial cultivator who had survived as the deputy.

"What about your side?"

The cultivator shuddered so hard his whole body shook. His voice trembled. "R-Reporting to Court Master... I was ordered to lead the patrol north of Rookfire. Today, in the outer reaches of the Ashford Range, we found a group of demon cultivators hunting the Lava Lion King. I planned to wait until both sides had exhausted each other, then wipe them all out in one sweep, but... but..."

"But what?"

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