A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5883

Hiss!

The sword energy shot through the giant ape's head, killing it with one strike.

Seeing its companion fall, the final ape loosed a panicked grunt and lurched backward, desperate to flee.

Jared merely lifted his hand and closed his fingers in a gentle curl. The chaotic celestial energy coalesced into a vast grey palm to seize the giant ape and slammed it into the hardened ground with bone-splintering force.

Bam!

The ground trembled when the giant ape crushed down.

Lucky streaked forward, piercing straight through the giant ape's eye socket. It burst from the back of the skull in the same breath, trailing a geyser of blood as hot and viscous as fresh lava.

In that instant, the fight ended in several minutes.

Three Lava Giant Apes at Top Level Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Seven, plus several hundred Fire Bats, were dead.

Lyndon and Ethan stood gape-mouthed, forgetting even to breathe.

A thousand feet back, every disciple of Earthfire Pavilion was stunned.

Lindsay's mouth hung open, eyes rounded into perfect circles before she finally whispered, "Th-this… this is too—"

Elliot's face turned sour. His fists clenched so hard the joints crackled.

He had never imagined Jared wielding power of this magnitude.

Jared had easily defeated three vicious beasts at level seven.

This was not the prowess of a cultivator at Heavenly Immortal Realm Level One.

Ferdinand's gaze flashed, fixing on Jared as though he meant to strip every secret from him.

"A Chaotic Domain… This kid is different," he murmured.

"No wonder the spiritual crystal couldn't detect his cultivation. He possesses the chaotic energy."

Then, he looked at Elliot and said, "You have underestimated him."

"Elder, the stronger he appears, the more suspect he becomes! How could a mere wandering cultivator possess such power? He might be a spy planted by some rival force." Elliot gritted his teeth.

"We finish the mission first. Questions can wait until we are home," Ferdinand replied.

Up ahead, Jared removed his Chaotic Domain. The gray mist slowly faded.

He strode to the nearest Lava Giant Ape, crouching beside the hulking corpse for a closer look.

At the base of the ape's neck, he found a tiny crimson sigil.

The sigil was fading, but left an aura.

Jared's gaze turned cold.

The aura was similar to the cultivator from Malevolent Path Hall at the Darkwind Gorge.

"Has the Malevolent Path Hall reached here?" Jared was alarmed.

Lyndon and Ethan hurried up and asked, "Mr. Chance, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Jared said, shaking his head.

"Let's keep moving. The sooner we reach Flame Spirit Basin, the better."

Jared paused mid-stride. He glanced over his shoulder at the Earthfire Pavilion, his eyes lingering on Elliot for a heartbeat. Without a word, he faced forward again.

Elliot felt that brief stare scrape across his nerves like a claw. A shiver slid down his spine, quickly drowned by a surge of spite. What are you looking at? Once we're back in Earthfire Pavilion, you'll beg for mercy!

The party pressed on. Since Jared had unveiled that fearsome strength of his, the journey turned effortless.

Roar!

From the depths of the lava lake came a dragon's cry so vast it seemed to shear the air itself.

The basin rumbled. Lava surged sky-high in snarling waves.

A colossal silhouette pulled free of the molten depths, rising slowly from the lava lake.

The dragon stood ten feet tall, covered with sharp-edged crimson gold scales.

Its muzzle was all fangs and menace, twin horns gleaming like forged copper, and within its eyes a tangible furnace of golden fire burned without mercy.

Draconic pressure crashed outward. Cultivators beneath Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Seven felt their lungs seize. Even their circulating celestial energy slowed, as though forced to slog through tar.

The Flame Dragon was at Top Level Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Nine.

"This is bad! We've awakened it!" Ferdinand's voice cracked above the roar.

"Fall back now!"

Disciples scrambled toward the exits, panic snapping at their heels.

But it was too late.

The Flame Dragon's jaws yawned wide, unleashing a torrent of gold fire spreading across three yards.

Where the flames swept, the very fabric of space writhed and warped, as if reality itself were blistering.

"Form the shield array now!" Ferdinand bellowed.

The disciples locked positions at lightning speed, igniting a scarlet barrier that barely blocked the fire.

Waves of heat pummeled the shield, its surface shuddering, dimming—clearly moments from collapse.