A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5293

“You truly have a death wish.” Jared's voice cut through the poison-laden mist, a cold grin crawling across his face.

A mere Earthly Immortal Realm Level Five dares strut before me. The audacity almost amused him.

He faced King Millesnake without blinking. In one casual arc of the Dragonslayer Sword, hundreds of radiant blades burst from the swing, streaking toward the monster like meteors breaking free from a cruel sky.

King Millesnake's body fragmented mid-air—severed into grotesque sections that thudded to the ground. Black, fetid blood splashed over the toxic undergrowth, its vile touch so caustic that even the poison-fed plants sizzled and smoked.

“You b*stard! How dare you slaughter my King Millesnake!” Sarpa's single remaining eye bulged, the hand clutching his burlap sack gone bone-white with fury.

That a Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine could erase his painstakingly reared beast—it was an outrage Sarpa's mind fought to process. King Millesnake had stood proudly at Earthly Immortal Realm Level Five, a terror few would provoke.

With a furious slap to his own chest, Sarpa spat a thin arc of pale green blood essence onto the soil.

The liquid crawled like sentient acid. Instantly, the Mithril Centipedes scorched by Flaxseed's Corpsify Pills regenerated; their bodies swelled to twice their size, shells gleaming with an eerie crimson sheen.

“All poisons as one, tear him apart!” he roared, hands weaving frantic seals that cracked the air.

As though answering a general's trumpet, the Mithril Centipede horde surged, a living tide rushing to drown Jared beneath iron mandibles.

“That blood essence has driven them feral!” Flaxseed blanched, horror whitening his already pale cheeks.

Corin's longsword whirled in a silver halo, reducing the few creatures lunging at Flaxseed to metallic dust. “Jared, finish this quickly!”

Instead of alarm, a faint, almost detached smile touched Jared's lips.

He lifted his Dragonslayer Sword with deliberate grace; golden light and marked aura coiled around the blade, weaving into a living spiral that pulsed like a predatory heart.

“A swarm of crawlers dares block my path?”

The last syllable had barely left his tongue before he vanished, a blur too swift for poisoned air to grasp.

An explosion of interlaced gold and black erupted within the Mithril Centipede ranks, a radiant storm shredding their formation from the inside.

This was no ordinary light but Jared's sword domain, driven by the full force of a Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine's spiritual energy.

Inside that miniature killing field, insights from the tomb of swords fused with his marked aura, forging a sword domain intent solely on slaughter.

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