A Man Like None Other Chapter 6531
Welcome, avid readers, to another thrilling installment of ‘A Man Like None Other’!
- The strategic inaction of Xuanbing and Shengguang forces raises profound questions about alliances and betrayal.
- Tianji’s raw fury and palpable shame hint at a deeply personal and devastating loss, compounded by humiliation.
- The narrative teases an impending, possibly opportunistic, clash following Tianji’s retreat, orchestrated by his ‘allies’.
Welcome back, esteemed readers, to a thrilling development!
The strategic inaction of Xuanbing and Shengguang forces raises profound questions about alliances.Tianji’s raw fury and palpable shame hint at a deeply personal and devastating loss.The narrative teases an impending, possibly opportunistic, clash following Tianji’s retreat.
Chapter 6531 Three Choices.
Venerable Xuanbing and Venerable Shengguang’s troops were still stationed in the same place.
Their camps were neat and clean, and the disciples’ armor was gleaming, their weapons were sharp, and their spiritual energy was abundant.
From dawn until now, they had not released a single arrow or drawn a single sword, but had silently watched as the Heavenly Palace army gradually eroded and disintegrated.
At that moment, seeing Venerable Tianji leading his defeated troops out of the Misty Forest in a disarray, Venerable Xuanbing and Venerable Shengguang both smiled.
Venerable Xuanbing rode his Xuanbing chariot to meet them, his ice blue robe fluttering in the wind, and a look of mock concern plastered on his face.
“Heavenly Palace Master, are you okay? Why did you come out so quickly? We were just about to help.”
His voice contained unconcealed sarcasm, like a cat toying with a wounded mouse.
Heavenly Venerable slowly raised his head, his blood-red eyes fell on Venerable Profound Ice.
Her fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, her nails dug into her palms—not from anger, but from shame.
“Mystic Ice”.
His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper grinding iron. “How dare you say something like that? I risked my life in front of you, and twelve hundred Heavenly Pole Palace disciples died. You didn’t shoot a single arrow or offer a single dagger, you just stood by and watched! Now you’re saying you’re ready to help?”
The Holy Light Venerable descended from the floating altar, his white robe as white as snow and his smile as warm as spring.
His smile was as warm as that of a friendly old neighbor trying to mediate an argument. “Heavenly Palace Master, you are wrong. It was agreed that you would lead the attack. You failed to break through on your own, and now you are blaming us for not helping?”
After all, we have already assessed the situation carefully. Look, when you guys retreated, the Demon Ridge Army didn’t chase you, right? That means they are tired. Wouldn’t it be much more efficient if we attacked now?”
The Heavenly Venerate almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
His chest heaved violently, his wounds reopened due to anger, and golden blood flowed down his chest, dyeing the sand beneath his feet a dark golden color.
“Assess the situation? Achieving twice the results with half the effort?” His voice was already dissonant. “Xuanbing, Shengguang, just wait. The shame I suffer today will be repaid in the future.”
“Future?”
Venerable Xuanbing laughed, but his laughter was cold. “Tianji Palace Master, you should go back and recuperate from your injuries. In your current state, it is difficult to say whether you will live to see ‘the day to come’.”
The consequences of burning one’s essence and blood were not pleasant.
He paused, his voice becoming increasingly sarcastic, “Don’t worry, we will take care of the Wan Yao Ridge matter for you.”
Venerable Tianji did not speak any more.
He glanced at the two men one last time, his gaze filled with the desire to pounce on them and tear them apart, but he did not move. He couldn’t move; he was incapable of fighting the Divine Abyss Pavilion and Heavenly Saint Palace here.