A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6061

"Arrogant!"

The Beast-Quelling Venerable burst from the palace mouth and hovered above the plaza, robes billowing in the gust that followed him.

King Silverserpent and King Ironhawk flanked him at once, three High Immortal Realm Level Seven auras crashing down like tidal waves.

"So you did break through." The Venerable's tone chilled. "Yet a mere first-level High Immortal is still an ant beneath my heel."

Hand seals flashed. All around the plaza countless golden sigils flared to life as the Heavenbound Beastlock Array roared awake.

Pillars of gold surged skyward and folded over, shaping a colossal gleaming cage that slammed shut around the eight intruders.

Inside the barrier, natural laws twisted, and raw spiritual energy drained away. Most cultivators trapped here could barely summon a third of their strength.

Laughter rattled from the Venerable's chest. "Jared, this array was designed to cripple the beast race—unexpected, isn't it? Even you, a human, will find your power strangled here."

"Tell me, do you still believe you can win?"

Jared tested the invisible pressure and noted the ruthless squeeze of the array.

An ordinary first-level High Immortal might indeed be throttled to half power or worse within this golden prison.

But he was no ordinary cultivator.

The chaotic force coursing through him lay outside every written law; no seal could chain it.

"So this is the trump card you cherish?"

His voice stayed level, almost bored.

The Venerable hesitated, pupils tightening. "You… you're unaffected?"

"Prepare for disappointment."

Jared lifted Dragonslayer Sword, its edge angling straight at the hovering Venerable. "Your array is useless against me."

The last syllable had barely left his tongue before he moved.

A streak of gray swordlight tore across the sky, velocity so fierce it shredded the night into ragged shadows.

He registered only a gray gleam slicing through the darkness. Jared's figure blurred beyond recognition, and before the Beast-Quelling Venerable could tense, the blade's glare was already filling his vision.

A stab of panic jolted the venerable. He shouted, "No!" and flung out a shimmering golden shield, desperate to wedge anything between that merciless flash and his own flesh.

The collision rang out, a single metallic boom that echoed across the courtyard like a bell struck at close range.

Sword light slammed into the barrier; the air quivered under a deafening blast that rattled every bone within earshot.

A jagged fissure carved itself across the shield's gilded face. The shockwave hurled the venerable backward thirty yards as hot, metallic bitterness rushed up his throat.

Disbelief twisted his features; the impossibility of it wrenched a hoarse gasp from his lungs.

He clutched the golden shield—an upper-grade immortal artifact famed for its fortitude—only to feel it tremble like cracked porcelain, one ruthless stroke from shattering.

More frightening still was Jared's speed; the human's outline hadn't finished resolving before another afterimage threatened to replace it.

Voice cracking, the venerable roared, "Silverserpent! Ironhawk! Together!" The command snapped through the night like a whip.

King Silverserpent and King Ironhawk locked eyes, grim understanding passing between them, and lunged forward in perfect unison.

Silverserpent's body unfurled into a hundred-yard argent python, toxic mist pouring from serrated fangs, while Ironhawk burst into a colossal raptor, talons rending open the air.

Jared did not bother to glance sideways. The Dragonslayer Sword wheeled in his grip, another gray arc tearing outward.

His voice, low and steady, cut through the din: "Chaos—sever."

Twin streaks of ashen brilliance forked from the blade, each homing unerringly toward a royal beast.

The two Beast Kings rose to counter, yet the slashes arrived with cruel immediacy, strength compressed into blinding inevitability.

The first beam sheared through silver miasma, its remaining force lopping the python cleanly at the vulnerable seventh-inch segment.

The second beam met Ironhawk's descending claws; brittle keratin burst apart, and the gray light bored straight through his armored chest.

Blood fountained, a wet pop muffled by the night wind.

Another spray followed, darker and heavier, splattering the flagstones below.

The two Beast Kings crashed backward, broken forms leaking life, breaths rasping nearer to silence with each heartbeat.

One swing—two High Immortal Realm Level Seven monarchs reduced to ruins.

Silence blanketed the courtyard, thick and stunned.

Ranks of celestial guards gaped, discipline dissolved; even Luther and the others carried identical astonishment across their faces.

This, then, was the true face of a Top Level High Immortal Realm cultivator.

This was the dread promised by the Chaos Grand Path.

Jared's outline flickered; in the next breath he loomed beside King Silverserpent.

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