A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6684

"No! Spare me!"

His scream ended there.

The Golden Dragon projection swallowed him in one bite.

Golden light flashed once.

Then the night became still again.

The Tiger clan cultivator turned into golden specks and scattered across the ice field, leaving nothing behind.

A Golden Immortal Level Six beast clan expert had vanished without even a chance to resist.

The ice field fell into dead silence.

Then every beast clan cultivator knelt.

Tiger clan.

Wolf clan.

Lion clan.

Bear clan.

Leopard clan.

No matter their race, no matter their cultivation, they all dropped to the ground as if an invisible hand had crushed their spines.

Not one dared look up at Jared.

The Golden Dragon had appeared.

All beasts bowed.

This was not logic.

It was instinct.

It was bloodline memory carved through countless ages.

Before the Golden Dragon, the beast clans could not summon the will to resist.

"Leave."

Jared's voice was light.

But to the beast clan cultivators, it exploded beside their ears like thunder.

"Do not be cannon fodder for the celestials again. If I see you hunting demonic cultivators for golden elixirs next time, I will not stop after one."

The beast clan cultivators felt as if they had been spared from death.

They scrambled to their feet and fled.

Some stumbled.

Some crawled.

Some did not even dare turn their heads.

The huge ring around the ice field instantly lost a large section.

Only messy footprints and the lingering smell of fear remained.

The human cultivators looked at one another.

Their faces were pale.

They looked at the fading Golden Dragon projection behind Jared, then at the demonic cultivators he protected. Most of their greed had already cooled into fear.

The teal-robed Golden Immortal Level Eight cultivator looked especially ugly.

His lips moved several times.

But when he met Jared's violet eyes, the words froze in his throat.

Just as he was about to force himself to speak, a vast wave of auras arrived from afar.

Golden light surged across the night like a tide.

Dozens of figures tore through the air and appeared above the ice field.

Every one of them carried heavy celestial pressure.

The leader was a Golden Immortal Level Nine expert.

Grand Elder Greenwood.

Behind him stood several Golden Immortal Level Eight experts.

Ronan Thunderfall.

The lord of Holy Light Palace.

And other leaders from the celestial side.

Farther back came several thousand elite celestial cultivators at Golden Immortal Level Six and Level Seven. Their auras were cold and powerful.

They stopped in midair and looked down on the ice field from above.

Golden divine light shone under the moon, turning the entire ice field bright.

Grand Elder Greenwood looked over the human cultivators who were still hesitating.

His voice carried authority that allowed no argument.

"The bounty order remains in effect. Kill one demonic cultivator, and receive one celestial golden elixir of the same realm. Kill more, receive more. There is no limit."

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