A Man Like None Other Chapter 6532
Welcome, dear readers, to an exhilarating new installment of ‘A Man Like None Other’!
- The dramatic emergence of Jiang Xuelan, a successor from the mysterious and almost-forgotten Ice God bloodline.
- An ancient, powerful display of etiquette that unexpectedly de-escalates a tense confrontation between formidable figures.
- Initial glimpses into the hidden history and profound reasons behind a once-illustrious clan’s long decline into obscurity.
Prepare to be captivated as new alliances and ancient secrets begin to unfold.
The sudden appearance of a figure from a long-forgotten lineage, the Ice God bloodline.An unexpected display of ancient, revered etiquette that halts a powerful confrontation.The revelation of a hidden history and the reasons behind a once-prominent clan’s descent into obscurity.
Chapter 6532 Persuasion.
Jiang Xuelan.
He wore a suit of spiritual armor, its silver plates glinting softly in holy light.
He wasn’t wearing a helmet; Her black hair flowed down her back and was only tied with a silver hairpin. His expression was calm and firm.
Her white dress fluttered in the wind, rustling gently. He walked slowly, but his steps were unusually steady, and he held a silver-white longsword in his hand.
He walked straight to David’s side, turned around, and faced Venerable Xuanbing.
Then he did something no one expected: he bowed slightly, put his hands together, and performed the ancient greeting.
These etiquettes were neither Wan Yao Ling’s etiquette nor Gui Yuan Zong’s etiquette, but rather a kind of ancient ritual that had far-reaching influence.
“senior.”
Her voice was not loud, but it was heard clearly by everyone: “Junior Jiang Xuelan, the seventy-second generation successor of the Ice God bloodline, greets senior.”
Venerable Xuanbing was silent for a moment.
He was about to urge the Xuanbing Chariot to launch an attack when he heard the four words “Ice God bloodline,” and his movements suddenly stopped.
The ice blue robe froze in the wind, its fluttering hem standing still in the air as if frozen in place.
He squinted and carefully observed Jiang Xuelan.
His gaze fell on the silver longsword in his hand, then on the spiritual armor he wore. On the spiritual armor’s shoulder guard was a very faint rune. The rune was very thin and almost invisible when illuminated by the holy light, but Venerable Xuanbing recognized it as the clan mark of the Ice God bloodline.
“Ice God bloodline?”
There was a slight change in tone in Venerable Xuanbing’s voice, “You are from the Ice God’s bloodline? How is that possible? The Ice God’s bloodline has existed for tens of thousands of years?”
“They’re almost extinct.”
Jiang Xuelan took over the conversation, her voice calm, but a trace of sadness was hidden in her eyes. “We lived hidden in the lower realms where spiritual energy was scarce for tens of thousands of years. Senior definitely knows the status of the Ice God bloodline among the gods. We were ostracized, suppressed, and expelled by the other branches, and in the end we had no choice but to lower our cultivation and escape to the lower realms.”
Venerable Xuanbing was silent for a long time.
The icy blue robe fluttered gently in the wind, and some of the frost covering the horse carriage slowly disappeared.
A complex expression crossed his face, the gaze of someone who had awakened long-buried memories.
“You are you really from the Ice God bloodline?”
His voice was much gentler than before, no longer containing a cold, condescending tone, “Show this Pavilion Master your bloodline mark.”
Jiang Xuelan raised her left hand and rolled up her sleeve to her elbow.
There was a small ice blue mark on the inside of his wrist, only the size of a fingernail, shaped like a hexagonal snowflake.
In the center of the snowflake there is a very thin vertical line, like a sword or an ice cube.
He channeled spiritual power into the mark, and the mark suddenly lit up, emitting an extremely pure and cold aura.