A Man Like None Other Chapter 6529

A Man Like None Other Chapter 6529

Welcome, readers, to another thrilling installment of “A Man Like None Other” as the stakes reach an unimaginable climax!

Prepare to be drawn into a world where survival hangs by a thread and desperate gambits redefine the battlefield.

Witness the elite disciples of Heavenly Palace fight with unwavering resolve despite overwhelming odds.Discover the chilling indifference of powerful observers as chaos unfolds.Uncover a leader’s desperate, rage-fueled final stand, fueled by a potent blood sacrifice.

Chapter 6529 Mutual Destruction.

A Heavenly Palace disciple dragged his leg that had been severed by a flying sword, and crawled with difficulty towards his companions, his fingertips scraping the bones against the stone slab.

Before he climbed halfway, a stray arrow, out of nowhere, penetrated the back of his neck. His body twitched twice then fell silent.

But the Heavenly Palace has not collapsed.

Those who survived to this day were the most elite disciples of the Heavenly Palace, each of them a high-level True God cultivator forged in blood and fire.

Even though their eyes were filled with fear, that fear did not break their fighting spirit.

Because they knew that the Heavenly Venerate was still alive, and the Palace Master was still fighting.

As long as Palace Leader was still alive, Heavenly Palace would never be defeated.

The Heavenly Venerate looked around and found the square filled with corpses, the remains of formations suppressed to the limit, and iron defensive walls surrounding the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge on three sides.

Every breath, someone fell, every breath, the encirclement shrunk.

Then he looked at the two wings. Venerable Xuanbing’s Xuanbing Chariot remained motionless, and Venerable Holy Light’s floating altar was still floating in the air.

The two of them watched in silence as his disciples were slaughtered and his chariots destroyed.

There was no pity, no doubt in their eyes, only cold calculation.

Venerable Xuanbing even picked up a cup of spiritual tea and sipped it slowly.

The teacup was carved from ancient ice, and fine water droplets condensed on its surface, sparkling in the sunlight.

Every drop of water was like a small eye, reflecting the massacre in the square and its indifference.

“Holy Light Mysterious Ice” Venerable Tianji gritted his teeth, then suddenly threw back his head and laughed, his laughter filled with madness and despair, “Good! Very good! You want me dead? I won’t die! I’ll make sure none of you get away with it!”

He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of golden blood.

His essence and blood turned into blood mist, dyeing his golden spear a dark gold color from tip to tip.

The golden spear shook violently, emitting a sharp buzzing sound. The war runes on the spear all activated under the stimulation of the essence blood, emitting light brighter than the blazing sun.

His eyes turned blood red, and golden veins appeared under his skin. The blood within these veins, like boiling magma, shone through his skin, making his face look like an angry Vajra.

“All Heavenly Palace disciples, obey my orders!”

His voice was hoarse and crazy, but it exploded in everyone’s ears like muffled thunder: “Today, it’s a fight to the death! I will stand by your side! killing one is enough, killing two is a bonus! Let these lowly devils know that Heavenly Palace disciples die standing, not live on their knees!”