A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6568

Holy radiance had been compressed to the absolute limit around the sceptre.

Its color had shifted from gold to blazing white, and the heat was so intense it ignited the air itself in a string of sharp pops and crackles.

Jared didn't look back.

He only tilted slightly to the side.

The sceptre tore past his ear, close enough to shear away a strand of black hair.

At the same moment, the Dragonslayer Sword swept upward from below, a violet arc of sword energy slashing for the man's wrist.

The middle-aged man let out a cold snort and snapped the sceptre back to intercept it.

The sword energy slammed into the sceptre with a shriek of metal on metal, and sparks exploded in every direction.

The middle-aged man was knocked back half a step, and something heavy flashed through his eyes.

Jared was far stronger than he'd expected.

How could a True Immortal Level Eight cultivator possibly have that kind of raw power?

He didn't have time to dwell on it.

Jared's second strike was already coming.

This one wasn't a probe.

This was a killing blow.

Violet chaos-flame surged along the Dragonslayer Sword and condensed into a 3-yard arc of sword energy. Wherever it swept, the air split, the ice floor cracked open, and even the chamber seemed to shiver under its edge.

The middle-aged man didn't dare take it head-on.

He twisted aside in a blur.

But the sword energy was too fast. He avoided the full strike, yet it still grazed his right arm.

His golden saintlight panoply gave way like paper. The sword energy ripped through it with ease and carved a wound deep enough to expose bone across his right arm.

Golden blood burst from the gash and splattered across the ice, hissing the instant it hit.

A muffled grunt broke from him as he shot back dozens of yards, forcing open the distance between himself and Jared.

He lowered his eyes to the wound on his right arm, shock flaring through them.

His saintlight panoply had been split apart by a single sword strike from a True Immortal Level Eight whelp?

How was that even possible?

That saintlight panoply could withstand the full-force blow of a Golden Immortal Level Four.

"You..." The middle-aged man's voice shook now. "What are you?"

Jared didn't answer.

His violet eyes stayed fixed on the middle-aged man, cold and still, as he slowly raised the Dragonslayer Sword and leveled its tip at the man's throat.

Violet chaotic force gathered at the tip and compressed into a thread-thin filament of light.

It was his deadliest strike—every scrap of chaotic force crushed into a single point, the same move he'd used to kill Garrick Emberbane.

But this filament was even denser than the one he'd used then, even purer.

And the power packed inside it was even more terrifying.

After the chain of battles through the Godfall Wastes and the outer reaches of the Ashford Range, his chaotic force had grown purer than before, and his grasp of the Law of Chaos had deepened another step.

The moment the middle-aged man saw that violet filament, his pupils shrank.

He could feel the power sealed inside it.

That wasn't the kind of power a True Immortal Level Eight cultivator should have possessed.

That was the kind of power that could kill him.

"Retreat!"

The middle-aged man made the call without a moment's hesitation. He shouted the order and turned to run.

He wasn't some reckless brute. He was an elder of the Hall of Radiance, a man who had lived for tens of thousands of years and survived countless battles.

He knew exactly when the tide had turned.

The youth in front of him was too bizarre. If Jared could force him this far at True Immortal Level Eight, then what would happen once he broke into the Golden Immortal Realm?

If he didn't run now, he might not get the chance later.

When the Hall of Radiance cultivators saw their elder flee, they spun and bolted too, each one scrambling faster than the last, trails of golden saintlight dragging behind them through the passage like streaming fire.

Leaning against the ice gate, Josephine watched the Hall of Radiance cultivators flee in a panicked mess.

Something complicated flickered through her dark-crimson eyes.

A Golden Immortal Level Four elder of the Hall of Radiance had been beaten into a rout by a True Immortal Level Eight youth.

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