A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5767

"Five-Element Sword Domain—open!"

A low, resonant hum rolled through the air—deep, metallic, endless.

In that single vibration, Jared's Five-Element Sword Domain unfolded again—larger, denser, perfected beyond what he had shown at Rockhold Gorge.

Its borders swelled until they pressed stubbornly against the luminous shell of the Beast-Slaughtering God Array.

Inside, sword energy no longer drifted like silver rain; it condensed into countless prismatic blades, each one razor-real.

Threads of Time Law wound through veins of spatial power, turning the domain into a kaleidoscopic pocket-world.

"Assembly of the Swords!" Jared shouted, his voice cutting across the chaos.

He raised the Dragonslayer Sword toward the sky, its edge glinting like dawn.

Every prismatic sword inside the domain answered the call with a bright, eager cry. They streamed together, rivers of light rushing home to the sea, merging into a single, roaring torrent of Prismatic Sword Aura saturated with cycles of the five elements and the turning of time.

That torrent felt alive—possessed of will and hunger.

Where it swept, space peeled open in thin black seams and time unraveled like loose thread.

The nine ancient beast spirits, so fierce a breath ago, wailed in terror before that cosmic current.

Their power withered under the domain's laws; their strikes were shredded to mist.

Roars, screeches, howls—every beastly protest drowned beneath the surge.

Like a tidal wave of blades, the torrent smashed through the beasts' united guard and slammed hard into the array's barrier.

Cracks spider-webbed—then the world detonated with a sound of glass and stars shattering together.

What kind of monster is he? Human Immortal Realm Level Seven? That's Level Seven? Even a Heavenly Immortal Level Seven might be no stronger than him.

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