A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5826

"No!"

A fear of death seized him. Mordain screamed, his voice breaking. He let out a shriek so sharp it nearly tore his voice apart.

He stopped caring about dignity—about status, about being a legendary figure of the demonic path—and unleashed everything he had.

The Bone Sceptre in his hand exploded, forming a ghastly white shield made of countless screaming skulls.

Netherworld Ghostfire surged around him in layers of protection, while twisted black-gray chains infused with curses and death itself burst from the void, lunging toward the sword strike.

All of it was meaningless.

That chaotic sword energy was like divine judgment—inevitable, absolute.

The skull shield disintegrated on contact.

The Netherworld Ghostfire vanished like snow under the sun.

The death chains shattered before they even drew close.

The sword energy pierced through every defense, and in the reflection of his terror-stricken eyes, gently tapped his forehead.

A light noise sounded.

Time itself seemed to freeze, caught between one heartbeat and the next.

Every motion, every breath, every twitch of resistance inside Mordain was locked in place like an insect trapped in amber.

He remained standing in that last defensive stance, green flame eyes already guttering, the light within them snuffed out almost before it dimmed.

At the center of his brow, a pin-sized hole appeared—bloodless, perfect, impossibly precise.

From that single wound, tiny cracks of swirling grey spread outward in a spiderweb, racing across bone, robe, and shriveled flesh.

Cracks sounded like glass shattering. The sound felt louder than thunder.

The stooped body, the tattered black robe, even the splinters of his once-feared Bone Sceptre dissolved into glittering motes of muted chaos light, drifting away on a breath of wind.

Nothing—no body, no soul, not a sliver of marrow—remained.

The final cornerstone of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect, their Supreme Elder at peak Heavenly Immortal Level Nine, had been felled by one stroke of Jared's sword.

Silence followed.

It was a deeper, longer silence than any that had come before.

Wind halted. Clouds congealed. Even lungs forgot the art of breathing.

My greatest trump card, the sect's final pillar... gone—slain by a single sword?

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