A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6731

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Repeated explosions shook Black Abyss Valley.

The earth veins beneath the entire valley convulsed. Magma surged backward underground. The towering black cliffs on both sides split open as enormous boulders crashed down and shattered into a storm of stone and black dust.

The captured celestial cultivators and the Demonic Cultivators who had defected to them were thrown through the air by the shock waves.

Bodies smashed into the cliffs. Bones broke. Blood sprayed. Screams rose throughout the valley.

The direction of the battle was obvious.

About five seconds later, heaven-scorching red fire punched through the elder's layers of divine light and struck his left shoulder.

His supposedly indestructible celestial body charred instantly.

The expensive divine robe curled black around the wound. A bitter scorched stench filled the air as dark-gold origin blood poured out and fell from the sky.

The blue sword came next.

It slashed diagonally across his chest and opened a deep wound from one side of his torso to the other. Bone showed beneath torn flesh, and the strike reached his divine core.

Black spatial blades followed, cutting dense lines across his right arm and severing the sigils on his skin until his divine power began circulating unevenly.

The reversed power of creation seeped into the wounds and continuously corroded the origin trying to repair his body.

Temporal law disrupted his breathing and recovery rhythm.

Wood-law vines bound his limbs so tightly that spatial movement became impossible.

"Pfft!"

The gold-robed elder finally lost control of the backlash.

A mouthful of dark-gold blood burst from him.

His body swayed in the air.

Terror and fury fought inside his eyes.

He had wielded celestial authority for a hundred thousand years and descended into the Lower Realm countless times. Never had Lower Realm immortal cultivators driven him into a corner like this.

The surviving cultivators hiding around the valley reacted very differently.

The Demonic Cultivators who had defected and submitted to the celestials had believed that clinging to celestial power would save their lives.

Now they watched an Immortal Lord from the Upper Realm being crushed by six fairies.

Cold sweat soaked their black robes.

Their hands and feet went numb.

They lay among the shattered stones and barely dared breathe.

If even a celestial exalted can't withstand them, we're dead.

The remaining celestial cultivators looked just as pale.

Their divine light flickered. The will to fight disappeared. Even the hands holding their weapons began to shake.

If their superior fell, there was no road left for them either.

Then, at the exact instant the immortal side was about to finish overwhelming the battlefield, the sky convulsed.

The order of time broke.

Sun and moon seemed to reverse.

The wind stopped.

Falling stones froze in midair.

It was as though an invisible hand had closed around the entire world and forced everything inside it out of sequence.

The golden fracture in the sky that the seven-colored lotus had torn open earlier suddenly expanded without limit.

Supreme golden light flooded out of its depths.

The brilliance was so intense it burned the eyes of everyone below. Its scale dwarfed the combined divine power Aureon and the gold-robed elder had shown by a hundredfold.

Gold spread like a celestial river breaking through a dam.

It swallowed the sky and buried the clear immortal radiance beneath it until every surface in the world below seemed gilded.

The seven-colored lotus platform shook violently under the pressure.

Patterns across its petals dimmed layer by layer. The primordial immortal glow flickered like a candle in a storm.

Hum!

Seven colossal pillars of golden light descended from the rupture in the sky and landed at seven points around Black Abyss Valley.

Together they formed the Seven-Star Heaven-Locking Array and sealed the surrounding airspace.

The moment the pillars touched the ground, the valley floor sank.

Its sheath carried no decoration. The blade's edge and pressure were completely contained, deep and quiet as something fallen into an ancient frozen abyss.

It looked gentle.

Yet the feeling it gave was that it could swallow any law and erase any principle that touched it.

The man said nothing.

Simply standing among the golden pillars was enough to slow the six-colored immortal light and silence the battlefield.

The badly wounded gold-robed elder looked up.

The moment he recognized the man in white, the fear and pressure inside him collapsed into relief.

Joy, grievance, and panic all broke free at once.

Ignoring his dignity and the blood still flowing from his wounds, he stumbled through the void and dropped heavily to both knees.

He bowed until his head was lowered beneath the other man's feet.

"Young Master! You've finally come down to reinforce us!

"These six immortal women killed Aureon Suncrest, the representative of the celestials, burned away his core divine soul, and even dared wound me. They trampled celestial authority underfoot. Please punish them and uphold our honor!"

The man in white looked down at the kneeling elder.

There was no sympathy in his expression.

He might have been looking at dead grass beside a road.

Then his gaze moved across the battlefield.

It passed over Violet and her six sisters, paused briefly on Ghost Seven hidden in the shadows, and finally settled on Aureon's cold corpse.

"Aureon Suncrest is dead?"

His voice was light and mild, like wind passing through bamboo or water moving over smooth stone.

It was not loud.

Even so, it crossed layer after layer of space and reached every corner of Black Abyss Valley.

"Yes!"

The gold-robed elder pressed his forehead even lower.

"His soul was completely burned away by Ghost Clan nether flame. His origin coordinates were destroyed, the celestial pull was severed, and he died completely. There should be no possibility of resurrection."