A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5781

"The Infinite Soul Demon Sect has pushed us far enough. Did they truly believe Mystic Sky Sword Sect was some pliant fruit waiting to be squeezed?" Linden's words clanged through Skycrest Hall like tempered steel striking an anvil, ringing from pillar to vaulted ceiling.

"Hear my decree. From this breath onward, every cultivator of Mystic Sky Sword Sect has to prepare for battle. Summon every elite—disciple, elder, all. Leave only a crew to guard the peaks. The rest march with me to Blood-scar Plains, straight to the heart of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect. Their main force has slunk out to ambush our home; we shall cleave first into theirs, cut the serpent at the belly, and grind their scheme to dust before they can even turn around."

"Yes, sir!" the elders roared, their vow rattling roof-tiles while currents of sword aura burst upward, threatening to spear the heavens.

A legendary blade long kept in scabbard finally flashed free. Mystic Sky Sword Sect, still razor-keen after its years of quiet, now pointed its edge toward the Infinite Soul Demon Sect's black heart.

In that instant, the hall itself seemed to breathe—timbers groaning like war drums—as the chosen of Mystic Sky Sword Sect surged out into the pale dawn.

Blood-scar Plains lay under a suffocating quilt of demon mist. Rank upon rank of black-armored soldiers stretched to the horizon, their combined malice blotting out the sun.

At their head stood Sheldon Soulsby, spine straight, chin lifted—ready to hurl this tidal host against the Myriad Beast Sect and scrub away past humiliations.

Just as he raised his hand to begin the rousing speech he had rehearsed, a streak of panicked demon-light tore across the rear ranks and skidded to his feet, quivering.

"Sir, this is bad! Master Cloudridge of Mystic Sky has led a massive sword corps onto Blood-scar Plains without warning. Three outposts fell in moments. Our defenders were annihilated. Their blades are rushing straight for headquarters!"

"What?" Sheldon's triumph cracked, leaving only a raw, incredulous rasp.

"Has he gone mad? How dare he assault the Infinite Soul Demon Sect first?"

Confusion clawed at him. Seconds ago, victory tasted certain; now it curdled on his tongue.

Unbeknownst to him, Jared had planted airtight evidence pinning the planned sneak attack on Mystic Sky Sword Sect's gate to Sheldon himself.

Attack the Myriad Beast Sect now? By the time we arrive, Mystic Sky Sword Sect will have gutted our nest. The Infinite Soul Demon Sect will become a stray cur, nowhere left to stand.

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