A Man Like None Other Chapter 6205 Joy
Please read the latest chapter of ‘A Man Like None Other’ to follow the ongoing narrative.
- A somber atmosphere has descended upon the Demon Realm’s Dragon Palace.
- The leader of the Demon Dragon bloodline is experiencing deep anxiety.
- A major retaliatory strike is expected following recent events.
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A somber mood pervades the Demon Realm’s Dragon Palace. A significant event has caused anxiety for the Demon Dragon bloodline leader. Anticipation of a powerful retaliatory strike looms.
The edge of the Demon Realm was shrouded in thick demonic mist all year round, and the light in the world was dyed a suffocating dark red. Even the howling wind carried a terrifying demonic aura, and as it swept across the jagged rocks, it emitted wailing sounds like the cries of ghosts.
Deep within this barren and lifeless region, a majestic palace, made entirely of pitch-black demonic rock, stood on a mountain peak.
The roof of the palace was decorated with relief carvings of countless ferocious dragons, each line emitting a terrifying aura. This is the Dragon Palace in the Demon Realm, feared by all forces.
The main hall was spacious and solemn. The floor was covered in fine black jade, reflecting the flickering crimson candlelight. As the candlelight danced around, it created long and short shadows, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
Sitting on the main seat was a tall and dashing figure, none other than Long Yuan, the leader of the Demon Dragon lineage.
He wore a dark gold-colored robe patterned with dragons with intricate magical runes embroidered along the edges, and a faint aura of dragon magical power radiated from his body.
His usually calm and indifferent face was now filled with seriousness, his eyebrows furrowed deeply into sharp vertical lines.
His right hand subconsciously and quickly tapped the armrest beside him, which was made from ten thousand year old Xuanbing Demon Iron. Each tap produced a soft “tap, tap” sound, which was heard very clearly in the silent hall and also revealed his anxiety and restlessness.
Ever since Senior Ning Zhi made his move and finished off the Temple’s Grand Elder and several core elders with a single slash of the sword, a lingering sadness had enveloped Long Yuan’s heart, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He deeply understood the foundation of the temple and the nature of its supernatural powers. The temple had stood in the fourteen heavens for tens of thousands of years, and had always been domineering, tyrannical, and vengeful.
Losing a core fighter like the Great Elder was a huge disgrace, and the Temple would definitely not let this go easily. Long Yuan did not have the slightest doubt about this.
He had been on high alert day and night, prepared to face a full-scale attack from the temple, and had even ordered all warriors of the Demon Dragon lineage to enter a state of combat readiness. The Demonic Dragon Palace’s defensive array had been fully activated, and all the magic crystals and weapons that had been stockpiled had been deployed, ready to fight to the death as soon as the divine power led its troops to attack.