A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5510

The two factions burst into jeering laughter, the sound sharp and ugly, like stones rattling down sheet metal.

"Earthly Immortal Realm Level Five? Please—you should borrow a mirror before you boast. We found the spring first. Why would we ever hand it over to you?" the teal-robed cultivator cackled, clutching his belly until he nearly doubled over.

The burly man in black spat at the ground. "You're tired of living, aren't you? I'll pound you back into the womb with one swing."

He lifted a fist the size of a boulder, letting the threat hang in the air.

Beside Jared, Flaxseed's fingers darted toward the talismans hidden in his robe, but Jared raised one calm hand, halting him. No flicker of emotion crossed Jared's face; the scene unfolded exactly as he had foreseen.

Jared turned his palm downward and pressed gently at the empty air.

A low hum—deep as a temple bell—rolled outward.

Invisible pressure flooded the hollow, a storm cloud made of pure force settling over the valley.

It felt like some primeval beast had opened its eyes after a thousand-year sleep, promising to tear sky from earth with a lazy breath.

The mockers' grins froze. Color drained, knees buckled, and every man sank as if a mountain had been set across his shoulders.

"W-What kind of force is this?" the teal-robed cultivator gasped. His sword clattered from numb fingers, and each breath scraped his lungs like broken glass while his legs trembled toward collapse.

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