A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6070

Roar!

A dragon's cry erupted from deep within Jared, echoing across heaven and earth.

The sound belonged not to any man but to a true dragon.

It carried ancient vastness, sovereign majesty, and ruthless dominance.

The roar froze the entire battlefield; celestials and beastfolk alike felt inexplicable reverence well up in their hearts.

"What sound is that?!" the Grand Venerable blurted, color draining from his face.

Lyria's pupils shrank. "This is…"

Jared threw back his head and howled; golden light flooded outward in a blinding torrent.

The radiance dazzled like a newborn sun, sweeping away the oppression cast by the sigil.

Crack!

The golden runes that blanketed the sky splintered under the impact, fissures racing across their surface.

"Impossible!"

Lyria cried out, "The Divine Seal Sigil was crafted by Master's own hand. It seals every law beneath High Immortal Realm Level Nine—how can this be…"

Her words were still hanging when something even more shocking burst forth.

A golden dragon phantom surged up behind Jared, shooting toward the clouds.

The dragon stretched one thousand yards, scales gleaming, five talons razor sharp, whiskers floating, eyes glowing like twin suns and moons.

It coiled above Jared's head, radiating supreme authority and savage pride, the unquestioned ruler of heaven and beasts alike.

A shout tore through the stunned air. Someone finally found his voice and cried, "The Golden Dragon's true form!" The words cracked like thunder, nailing every gaze to the blazing beast coiling above Jared's head.

Another voice stuttered from the ranks, high-pitched with terror. "Dr… Draconians?!" The speaker could hardly finish the question, his throat locking around the ancient name.

The Grand Venerable's voice shook, disbelief forcing each word out of him. "And it's a five-clawed Golden Dragon! How… how is that possible? That royal line was wiped out ages ago!" His eyes stayed glued to the sky, wide and wet.

Silence swallowed the battlefield.

No clang of steel, no beating drum, only the hush that follows an earthquake when everyone checks whether the world still stands.

The three-hundred-thousand Celestial Army and the battered hundred-thousand-strong beast remnant all tilted their heads to the heavens.

Blades drooped.

For a heartbeat they forgot the fight, even forgot death itself.

Stories had whispered that Draconians stood at creation's dawn, the loftiest of all living lines.

To see one now felt like watching a myth step out of stone and breathe.

Among that fabled race, a five-clawed Golden Dragon reigned as emperor.

Its blood outranked even the celestials' royal strain, a truth that pressed on every heart like a mountain.

Slowly, Jared rose from the scorched earth.

Light wrapped him until man and dragon silhouette blended, the two figures overlapping until only one radiant outline remained.

Shimmering beams washed over his torn flesh.

Gashes knit closed, broken breath steadied, and his presence climbed higher with every pulse of gold.

The Golden Dragon Bloodline had awakened, ancient power humming through muscle and marrow.

Jared opened his eyes—solid gold from rim to pupil.

He looked down at the celestials milling like ants below and spoke in a voice colder than glacier stone.

"Celestials?

Royal bloodline?

Ha…"

The single laugh cut like a knife through ice.

He laughed again, longer this time, dripping scorn.

"Before the Golden Dragon Bloodline, your so-called Divine King strain is nothing but barnyard fowl, dust beneath my claws."

"You—"

The word snapped out, no courage behind it, only raw alarm.

Color drained from Lyria's cheeks.

Inside her veins, the Divine King Bloodline quivered and shrank back, cowed by an older, higher sovereign.

The dread came from the marrow, servant shrinking before lord.

Lucian pushed upright, trembling.

Staring at Jared aloft, he choked on the truth.

"Golden Dragon Bloodline… no wonder the chaotic force chose you…"

Jared spared him no answer.

His gold gaze fixed on the Grand Venerable instead, flat and unforgiving.

"Old relic, enjoyed yourself a moment ago, didn't you?"

The words fell soft, yet every syllable rang with promised pain.

The Grand Venerable jerked back a step, limbs shaking.

"J-Jared, don't act rashly!

I am the Celestial Grand Venerable.

If you kill me, the Celestial Palace will hunt you!"

"The Fourteenth Firmament?"

Jared's chuckle held frost.

"Let them come.

Today I start with you, old dog, and honor every beastfolk soul you butchered."

His tone never rose, yet it carried battlefield-wide.

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