A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6681

The two celestial cultivators froze for a moment.

Then laughter burst out of them.

Their mockery rang through the void.

"Did you hear that? This brat told us to kill ourselves."

The swordsman laughed until his shoulders shook. "A Golden Immortal Level Seven junior dares act like that in front of us? Are you tired of living?"

The halberd wielder glanced toward Jared in the distance and sneered.

"You brought help too? One Golden Immortal Level Two piece of trash and one Level Seven brat, and you think you can challenge two Golden Immortal Level Eight experts? Little woman, this is the rescue you were waiting for? Pathetic."

Skylar waited until their laughter faded.

His face did not change.

"Finished?"

His voice remained steady, but coldness slid into it. "Since you refuse to kill yourselves, I will do it for you."

He raised his right hand.

Blue-black flame rose from his palm.

The color was so deep it seemed to come from the bottom of an ancient abyss. A suffocating aura of destruction spread with it.

The moment the flame appeared, space twisted violently.

Even the law fragments drifting nearby hissed and turned into strands of smoke.

The two celestials stopped laughing.

From that flame, they sensed danger.

Not ordinary danger.

It went past cultivation realm and struck something primitive in their bloodline.

The force inside that flame was not something a Golden Immortal Level Seven cultivator should possess.

Even they, as Golden Immortal Level Eight experts, felt their hearts tighten.

"Cheap tricks."

The swordsman gritted his teeth and swung his blade.

"Die!"

Golden sword-light roared out like a divine dragon, tearing through the void toward Skylar.

Where it passed, space split into deep cracks. Golden radiance exploded against the darkness.

Skylar did not dodge.

He only pushed the blue-black flame forward.

The flame met the golden sword-light.

Boom.

A deafening blast shook the void.

Floating stones and law fragments were thrown outward by the shock wave.

Then the golden sword-light vanished.

Before the blue-black flame, it was as fragile as paper.

Burned.

Swallowed.

Erased.

The flame continued forward like an ancient beast breaking free of its cage.

It pounced on the swordsman.

"What?"

His face turned deathly pale.

He wanted to retreat.

He wanted to dodge.

The flame gave him no chance.

It wrapped around him in an instant and burned through his robe, his skin, his flesh, and his bones.

"Ahhh!"

His scream tore across the void.

His body twisted in the blue-black fire.

It shrank.

Withered.

Blackened.

His golden robe turned to ash. His skin split open. Even his bones burned.

The scream weakened.

Then stopped.

His body collapsed into ashes and drifted through the void.

One move.

One Golden Immortal Level Eight expert was gone.

The halberd wielder's face lost all color.

Terror almost shattered his mind.

He turned and ran.

Golden light exploded beneath his feet, and his body shot into the distance like a streak of lightning.

Skylar did not let him escape.

His figure flickered.

Blue-black afterimages crossed the void, and he appeared behind the fleeing man almost instantly.

His palm pierced forward.

Blue-black flame extended like a burning blade and stabbed through the man's back, then out through his chest.

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