A Man Like None Other Chapter 5503 Too late
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- A seemingly benevolent offer conceals a sinister trap.
- One voice of dissent shatters a false sense of peace.
- A powerful demand is made for a vital item.
A deceptive offer of advancement masks a sinister truth. An unexpected voice of dissent challenges the prevailing illusion. A tense confrontation arises over a critical artifact.
In an instant, the Soul Gathering Altar was filled with voices of gratitude, and cultivators surrounded the golden-robed cultivator, wishing they could quickly become his disciple.
They regarded the golden-robed monk as their savior, not realizing that they had fallen into an abyss of no return.
The golden-robed cultivator waved his hand humbly, but almost imperceptible cruelty flashed through his eyes.
These people had lost part of their souls, and the smooth flow of spiritual energy was just a temporary illusion. Before long, they would find that their cultivation had regressed instead of progressed, and even their intelligence had been damaged. By then, they will have long become “food” in the soul urn.
He was secretly planning something in his heart, a smug smirk on his lips.
“Ignorance.”
From the corner of the room, David’s voice, tinged with cold mockery, was clearly heard by everyone.
His voice, like thunder, shattered the pseudo-harmony of the Soul Gathering Altar.
The cultivators immediately fell silent, turning to David, their faces became gloomy.
The annoyance of being “interfered” by David surfaced again, and the big man with a bushy beard roared, “You again, bastard! What does it matter to you if we break through the barrier? Are you just jealous of our success?”
David ignored the burly man, looking directly at the golden-robed cultivator, his tone containing undeniable authority: “Hand over the Soul Urn.”