A Man Like None Other Chapter 6311 interesting
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- David confronts the Shadow Palace Master, Ying Wuji.
- The Reincarnation Core is directly demanded.
- Ancient chaotic demonic energy is revealed in battle.
A tense confrontation begins. A legendary artifact is sought. Ancient powers are revealed.
Ying Wuji looked at David, a faint smile crooked on his lips.
“David.” His voice was deep and languid, like a lion sleeping in the afternoon sun. “I’ve admired your name for a long time.”
David walked to the front of the platform, stopped, and looked at Ying Wuji.
“Shadow Palace Master, I have come to retrieve the Reincarnation Core.”
They get straight to the point, without any fluff or fluff.
Ying Wuji’s smile froze for a moment; he didn’t expect David to be so direct.
The devil cultivators in the palace were also stunned.
They had seen countless people come to Shadow Abyss to see the Palace Master—some begging for mercy, some paying respects, some offering gifts, some forming alliances—but none of them dared to speak like that.
He simply said, “I came to take the Reincarnation Core,” as if it wasn’t a treasure of the Demon Clan’s Shadow Palace, but rather just a rock in his backyard.
Ying Wuji was silent for a moment, then smiled.
His smile was faint, almost imperceptible, but a glimmer of amusement flashed in his eyes.
“The Reincarnation Core is the most precious treasure of my Demon Clan’s Shadow Palace. You think you can take it as you please?”
David looked at him without saying a word.
Ying Wuji stood up and walked off the stage.
He walked with graceful steps, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll, but every step contained a terrifying power.
As he walked towards David, David felt as if the air around him had frozen.
The pressure of a rank seven True God descended like a mountain.
David didn’t give up.
The chaotic power within him circulated within his body, and purple light flowed across his skin, dissolving the oppressive aura into nothingness.
His expression was calm, his eyes clear, as if Ying Wuji’s oppressive aura was just a gentle breeze.
Ying Wuji’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Interesting,” he muttered.
He raised his hand, and a ball of black light condensed in his palm.
That light was not demonic energy, but rather a more ancient and pure power, namely chaotic demonic energy.
It was said that this ancestor of the demon race cultivated this power, which could devour, erode and destroy all things.
“Let’s see how capable you really are.”
Ying Wuji attacked with a palm.
The palm strike was very slow, so slow that David could see every line on his palm.