A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6064

"Impossible…" The word slipped out, thin and hoarse, before anyone could stop it.

The Grand Venerable's lips barely moved, yet the murmur carried in the silent hall.

"Jared… how could he wield such power? He was nothing more than a Heavenly Immortal Realm youngster…" The disbelief in his eyes eclipsed even the silver torchlight.

"Heavenly Immortal Realm?" Lyria's laugh sliced through the tension; the two words dripped with icy mockery.

Lyria angled her gaze at the Grand Venerable, frost crystallizing in every syllable.

"Grand Venerable, have you gone senile? A mere Heavenly Immortal Realm youth cuts down five High Immortal Realm Level Sevens, breaks the Beast-Quelling Hall, and wipes out tens of thousands of troops?"

She pivoted toward Lucian, a taunting melody lacing her tone.

"Senior Disciple, level thirteen is in worse shape than we guessed. Their Grand Venerable isn't just useless—he can't even keep his intelligence straight."

Lucian's expression finally clouded; the faint ease he had maintained hardened into a steely mask.

Moments earlier he had dismissed Jared as a lucky upstart stirring temporary chaos.

Now the tally of dead Venerables painted a far messier picture.

To butcher five High Immortal Realm Level Sevens, shatter the hall, and erase a host army—no Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivator in any world could have managed that feat.

Lucian let the words fall like sleet. "What level has Jared reached now?"

The guard's knees knocked together; his answer wavered.

"S-sire, the men who escaped say Jared has broken through to Top Level High Immortal Realm Level One. But his strength is monstrous."

"The Beast-Quelling Venerable, even with the Heavenbound Beastlock Array, fell to three swings. Venerables Goldspear, Greenwood, and Blaze charged together—he felled each with a single sword stroke."

"One sword… for each High Immortal Realm Level Seven?" Lyria echoed, a spark of fascination stirring beneath her icy veneer.

"Interesting," she murmured, crimson lips curling. "This Jared does have a few tricks after all."

Lucian pivoted back to the Grand Venerable. "You mentioned a gray power that weakens our celestial laws—Jared still carries it?"

A hard swallow bobbed in the Grand Venerable's throat. "Y-yes."

"That force is unnerving," he forced out. "Our formations, artifacts, even divine arts—all of them shrivel near it, some are swallowed outright."

"A power that devours laws…" Lucian's eyes flashed, interest sharpening into predatory intent.

An unspoken conclusion tugged at him: perhaps this was the legendary chaotic force.

"Chaotic force?" Lyria drew a sharp breath, the surprise finally cracking her composed shell.

"Senior Disciple, the primal energy from the dawn of creation—wasn't that said to be extinct?" Her voice carried both awe and disbelief.

Lucian shook his head. "Master always warned us: in the myriad worlds, nothing is truly impossible."

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