A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5181

Behind the sealed door, Everett rubbed his eyes and muttered, “D-Did I just see one of the Eight Shadow Pavilion Devotees go down like that...?”

Jhaelyn clutched Jemina, eyes bright with fear and irrepressible excitement.

Even Saleto gaped, his earlier despair drowned by astonishment.

“All together!” the seven surviving Shadow Pavilion Devotees barked, shooting each other a ruthless glance before attacking in concert.

Ghost-shrouded chains, poison-laced bone needles, black fire that corroded spiritual energy—countless sinister magical items and spells wove into a death-net that crashed toward Jared.

The Twelve Blood Guards became twelve streaks of scarlet, blood blades gleaming as they sealed every path of retreat.

Jared remained unruffled.

He inhaled, spiritual energy surging; the Dragonslayer Sword blazed ever brighter.

“Sword Domain—unfold!”

Golden sword energy erupted around him, expanding into a vast domain of blades.

Inside, the threads of gold crisscrossed like a radiant web.

Clink-clink-clang...

Every evil magical item and spell that struck the domain was minced to glittering motes of light.

The blood blades of the Twelve Blood Guards slammed against the barrier with loud ringing sounds, yet failed to scratch him.

“The Eight Shadow Pavilion Devotees and Twelve Blood Guards might have charged in fearless fury, but before Jared, they proved as fragile as clay idols, collapsing almost the instant they struck.

Above the slaughter, Dioz hovered in his black robe, his expression darkening by the heartbeat. He had been certain those elites would carve Jared into scraps—yet now they were the scraps.”

How could a Level Six Wandering Immortal wield force that rivaled an Earthly Immortal? The very thought shook Dioz’s understanding of the heavens. “Impossible... a mere Level Six... how can he fight at an Earthly Immortal’s level...?” he muttered, voice quavering.

In the time it took a single candle to burn, every devotee and guard had fallen. Corpses blanketed the plaza, blood ran in streams, and Jared alone stood tall at the center. Crimson droplets slid from the tip of his sword, bursting into tiny scarlet blossoms upon the stone. He raised his gaze, eyes glacial. “Your turn,” he said.

The words snapped Dioz from his stupor. Savagery flared in his eyes. “Boy, you’ve managed to anger me!”

“Nine Nether Soul Banners—rise!”

The nine banners ballooned into sky-piercing pillars. From the screaming faces sewn upon their cloth poured a storm of wraiths, all hurtling for Jared.