A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5193

In particular, those two golden arcs had slashed through the gloom so fast the air shrieked. They were gone before the echoes of steel finished trembling.

How could a mere Wandering Immortal Realm Level Six by every outward sign unleash such speed and weight of force? It doesn't make sense! The old man's first thought was that his eyes lied to him, yet the shiver that crawled down his spine insisted the human cultivator was hiding depths far darker—and far deadlier—than anyone here had guessed.

The fury burning in his ancient eyes guttered, doused by a sudden, icy dread. His bone staff drooped, and the demonic aura coiling around him fizzled like water on hot iron.

He understood in that instant: press the attack, and he would join the five shredded bodies that still bled into the flagstones.

“Elder Grimshaw, what exactly do you think you're doing?” Just then, Lunaria stepped forward, violet eyes aglow with a frigid rage. The very air bristled around her as she continued, “I told you—these men are guests of Blackshade Demon Palace. Why strike without warning, and why bring the Blackshade Guards into it?”

Those four armored cultivators—Blackshade Guards sworn to defend the palace's inner sanctum—answered only to Grimshaw. Even Lunaria, the demon princess, could not summon them at a whim.

By dragging the elite guard into the courtyard, Grimshaw had made it plain he didn't regard her with any importance.

“Guests?” Grimshaw spun, his earlier caution boiling back into rage. A trembling finger stabbed the air between them. “Have you forgotten what you are, Lunaria? You are the demon princess of Blackshade Demon Palace—heir to the throne of our people. How dare you call two human cultivators guests when they have slaughtered our disciples and shamed our banners? Would you walk them into the main hall and spit on the memory of our ancestors?”

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