A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6351

"You—"

He never finished.

Jared moved.

A violet afterimage streaked across the void.

He moved so fast that even cultivators at True Immortal Realm Level Eight could not see him clearly.

Chaotic force exploded underfoot.

His body blurred into a vague violet shadow, his speed smashing past the sound barrier and the barriers of space itself.

Even the spiritual soul of a True Immortal Realm Level Eight expert could not catch his path.

All that remained behind him were shattered ripples in space. Then, in the next instant, he was already hanging over the 3 thousand troops of the Celestial Army like a demon god, with pressure crashing down from above like an ancient mountain.

He raised the Dragonslayer Sword high over his head.

A 100-yard violet blade-flare gathered along the blade.

Golden flame burned across the blade-flare.

Violet lightning flashed through it.

Gray reincarnation power flowed within it.

"This sword is for the Skywolf Tribe."

Jared brought the sword down.

The purple blade-flare dropped like heavenly judgment and hacked straight into the Celestial Army.

Where the purple blade-flare swept past, the chamber itself split open like paper. The barrier of space tore apart with absurd ease, and black, bottomless chasms spread in a frenzy.

Inside them, violent spatial turbulence and annihilating force boiled together. Any celestial cultivator who got too close didn't even have time to scream before the currents ground them into a mist of blood and crushed even the spirit to nothing, leaving behind only a black tear in space.

More horrific spatial turbulence poured out of the chasms and dragged in the surrounding celestial cultivators, shredding them into pieces.

The golden holy radiance in front of that blade-flare was no sturdier than paper. It ripped apart, got swallowed whole, and vanished in an instant.

Boom!

The blade-flare slammed into the ground.

A trench nearly 1 thousand yards long split the earth open in one stroke. Its bottom couldn't be seen. Molten fire burst out of the crack and swallowed the surrounding celestial cultivators whole.

Hundreds of celestial cultivators were reduced to ash by that single sword strike. Not one of them had time to let out a cry.

Everyone froze.

The Ancient Battlefield went dead silent.

Only the rolling surge of molten fire and the shriek of the spatial chasms remained. Every person stood locked in place, their minds blank, unable to accept the scene in front of them—the kind that overturned everything they thought they knew.

Hadrian lay on the ground and stared at it with his eyes stretched wide.

He had known Jared was strong.

He just hadn't known Jared was this strong.

One sword strike had wiped out hundreds of celestial cultivators at or above True Immortal Realm Level Three.

That went past strong.

This was the monster.

Lydia stood upon the city walls, and the hand gripping the broken sword shook in small, visible tremors.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the aftermath, shock filling them edge to edge.

And under that, there was something else—something she didn't put a name to, but it rose all the same, bright and fierce.

Gwendolyn watched the purple blade-flare, and something she couldn't sort out surged up inside her.

Her mind went back to that night beneath the Worldtree.

Back to the man who had nearly died trying to save her.

He was always like this. At the moment when everything hung by a thread, he would appear, and in the most staggering way possible, he would solve the problem no one else could solve.

Malachy stood upon the city walls as a chaotic, demonic aura rolled around him in black waves.

A flicker passed through his eyes.

Hope.

Five thousand years of blood debt. Five thousand years of hate.

Maybe today, at last, it could really be settled.

Windclear stood upon the city walls with his bare hands empty.

His whole body was covered in wounds.

He looked at that purple blade-flare.

Then he smiled.

"Good kid."

His voice was quiet, but it still carried something he couldn't hold down.

Gideon Blackthorn was still locked in combat with the captain.

When he saw that scene, the longsword in his hand paused for the smallest beat.

Something shifted across his eyes.

A True Immortal Realm Level Two cultivator had cut down hundreds of cultivators at True Immortal Realm Level Three and above with a single sword strike.

This young man was even stronger than he'd expected.

The captain's face turned iron-dark.

"You... what are you, exactly?"

Jared gave him nothing.

He turned and looked at the five upper-realm celestial warriors.

"All of you. Together."

The captain's eyes narrowed.

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