A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5910

"You arrogant b*stard! You've truly pissed me off!" Soul Devourer bellowed, his emerald pupils blazed, fury eclipsing reason.

Never in all his campaigns had he met an adversary so suicidally insolent.

With a thunderous snap, his six wings beat once, and his colossal frame vanished.

It wasn't speed—it was near-teleportation, the rudimentary command over space granted to those who had attained High Immortal Realm.

A streak of black-and-crimson light split the air, and the armored leviathan reappeared less than three feet from Jared—close enough to feel each other's breath.

"Soul-Devouring Claw!"

The next second, a claw larger than Jared himself tore through the air, ghostly shrieks curling around its razored edges as it raked for his face.

Death's stench and soul-rotting power rushed ahead of the blow, eager to grind life and spirit into dust.

Black-red demon light writhed around each talon, warping the very space it touched.

This was a full-force strike from a wrathful High Immortal Realm Level One—lethal enough to erase any Top Level Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivator in a heartbeat.

"Jared!" Lindsay shouted, terror lodging in her throat.

Yet once again, Jared's response shattered every prediction.

He neither panicked nor dodged, nor even raised a guard.

He simply stood, calm as midnight, watching the mountain-splitting claw expand within his pupils.

And just as those talons kissed the tip of his nose, he lifted his right hand—slowly, almost politely.

Five fingers opened, palm presented to the oncoming apocalypse.

Jared lifted his hand with languid grace, nothing more than the absent-minded swat one gave a stubborn gnat. Yet even that trifling gesture tugged at the scorched air, making the furnace-hot atmosphere shudder as though warned of something terrible to come.

"Chaos Origin—Fire Domain."

The four quiet words slipped out like an ancient oath, calm yet carrying the hush of forbidden scripture long buried under ash and time.

Buzz!

A deep metallic hum answered him, and then the world lurched. From Jared's open palm, an unseen shockwave unfurled, racing outward faster than thought.

Within a span of heartbeats, a radius of a thousand yards twisted grotesquely. Light bent, sound blurred, and even the roiling magma below seemed to stutter in disbelief.

Pale gray vapors—primordial, formless, like the breath of the universe's first dawn—interwove with blinding ribbons of scarlet-gold fire that promised to burn everything to cinders.

Two utterly opposite forces, born to clash, now mingled without friction.

Together, they knitted an eerie dominion that belonged to Jared alone.

Inside that sphere, the familiar laws of creation buckled. Old foundations were silenced, suppressed.

A newborn order bloomed in their place—chaotic, uncharted, yet so inclusive it seemed to cradle every possibility at once.

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