A Man Like None Other Chapter 6543 Palace of the Fire God
Prepare to delve deeper into a world of celestial power and unfolding mysteries!
- Explore the breathtaking magnificence and ancient power of the Fire God Palace, a celestial stronghold of the Divine Race.
- Witness the harrowing tale of a battle-scarred envoy’s return and the shocking revelation of a junior’s unparalleled might.
- Experience the formidable Palace Lord Yan Wuji’s chilling reaction to news of a devastating encounter and the emergence of a new, chaotic threat.
Welcome back, adventurers, to a chapter that ignites the senses!
Discover the awe-inspiring power and architectural marvel of the Fire God Palace.Uncover the devastating encounter of an envoy, their desperate escape, and the mysteries of a powerful junior.Witness the reaction of a formidable leader to dire news of betrayal and unknown strength.
Chapter 6543 Fire God Palace.
At this time, the envoy who had escaped from the seventeenth heaven had arrived at a magnificent palace.
This was the power base of the Fire God bloodline of the Divine Race, the Fire God Palace.
The entire palace hung thousands of feet in the sky, supported by nine golden pagodas. The pagodas were made of divine gold from outer space, and the tops of the pagodas burned with an ancient, unquenchable divine fire.
Beneath the palace lay an endless sea of clouds, and beneath that sea of clouds lay the most prosperous land of Yanzhou in the eighteenth heaven, with tens of thousands of miles of fertile fields and hundreds of cities all prostrating themselves under the shadow of the Yan God Palace.
This was the foundation of the Fire God bloodline on Eighteenth Heaven. They had ruled this land for 100,000 years, and all the previous palace lords were at least fifth rank Golden Immortal realm.
Yan Wuji sat on the Fire God Throne in the center of the main hall, his body covered in blazing golden flames.
His face was covered in flames, only revealing a pair of golden red eyes, which were now fixed on the envoy kneeling in the middle of the hall.
The envoy’s armor was mostly destroyed, the sacred runes looked dim and lifeless, and his empty left arm swayed gently in the wind in the hall.
His left arm was severed by David’s sword in the Desert of the Fallen God. He managed to escape back to the Fire God Palace by burning all his life force. He didn’t even have time to treat his wounds along the way, and his golden blood splattered throughout his tens of thousands of miles of journey home.
“You mean,” Yan Wuji’s voice rang out from the flames, calm yet suddenly causing the temperature in the entire hall to rise, “that you and Yan Lie joined forces, only to be killed by a junior at the eighth rank of the True Immortal Realm with a single sword slash, and your arm was severed with the same slash?”
The envoy pressed his forehead against the ground, his voice trembling: “Reporting to Palace Master, that David he has the power of chaos, which resists all holy light and divine fire.
“The power of chaos”.
Yan Wuji repeated those four words, his golden red eyes within the flames narrowed slightly. “The message from that trash Tianji said that this kid has the power of chaos. I thought it was just some kind of unorthodox method similar to the aura of chaos. I didn’t expect it to be the real power of chaos.”
He rose from his throne, and flames rose with his movements, causing hundreds of holy lamps in the hall to explode simultaneously, scattering golden sparks everywhere.
Dozens of elders and disciples standing in the hall knelt down in unison, not daring to raise their heads.
“Eighth Level True Immortal Realm, Chaotic Force, one sword slash finished off a peak Third Level Golden Immortal Realm.”