A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6620

His movement was nimble and precise.

Between the trunks, he shifted and turned as if the forest offered no obstacle at all.

As expected, the person behind them sped up.

Jared's lips formed a faint, cold curve.

He led Gwendolyn through a thick curtain of branches, then stopped behind an enormous old tree.

Chaotic force spread from him and sealed both their auras completely.

To anyone searching, they had vanished.

Moments later, a figure slipped out of the canopy and landed in the forest.

He looked around with confusion on his face.

It was a young man in gray robes. His face was so ordinary that it left almost no impression, the kind of face that would disappear forever in a crowd.

He was Golden Immortal Level Three. His aura was steady, and it was clear he had been trained specifically for tracking.

"Where did they go?" he muttered.

His gray eyes scanned the trees. His spirit sense spread at full strength.

Nothing.

"Looking for me?"

The calm question came from behind him.

The young man's body locked up.

Every hair on him stood on end.

He tried to turn, but a cold blade had already touched his neck.

Violet light flowed along the sword, and the pressure from it made his heart shake.

The Dragonslayer Sword.

"Do not move," Jared said. His tone stayed calm. "If you move, you die."

The young man's face went white. Sweat rolled down his forehead in heavy drops.

He could feel it.

The power in that sword could cut him down in an instant.

He was Golden Immortal Level Three, yet before Jared, who appeared to be Golden Immortal Level One, he could not even gather the courage to resist.

"Who... who are you?" he stammered. "I am only a wandering cultivator. I was passing through. I have no ill will."

Jared did not bother answering.

He lifted his left hand.

A thread of gray chaotic force shot from his fingertip and entered the young man's body.

The young man stiffened violently.

Agony twisted his face.

Chaotic force moved through him like a poisonous snake, drilling through his meridians. Wherever it passed, pain tore through him as if his body were being ripped open from the inside.

"Ah..."

A scream burst from him. He shook all over. Veins bulged across his forehead, and blood filled his eyes.

"I will ask once more," Jared said. "Who are you? Who sent you?"

The young man's lips trembled. He still tried to hold back.

Jared moved his left hand slightly.

The chaotic force shrank, then burst inside the man's spirit well.

"Ah!!!"

This scream was far worse.

The young man collapsed and convulsed on the ground.

Inside his spirit well, chaotic force rampaged through his spiritual power like living fire. Every flare burned pain directly into him.

It was worse than torture.

This was not merely the body suffering. Chaotic force attacked spiritual power and meridians themselves. The pain came from the soul.

"I... I will talk..."

His voice was faint, barely louder than a mosquito. Terror filled his eyes. "I am a disciple of the Golden Crow clan... The clan chief... sent me to follow you..."

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