A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5298

Despair flickered in Seamus' eyes. His mouth opened, but no words emerged. A dull thud, and his head tumbled from his shoulders.

Inside the Holy Light Sect's grounds, panic ignited. Scores of disciples in spotless robes poured out, instantly surrounding Jared and his two companions.

“Defend the sect!”

“Slay these demonic sc*ms!”

Their silver longswords flared gold, merging into a sweeping sea of light that charged the trio.

A fleeting sadness crossed Jared's gaze for those blinded disciples, then ice reclaimed his stare.

“Stand in my way and die.”

He let out a long, piercing howl. The Dragonslayer Sword erupted, its gold-black radiance spiraling skyward like an enraged serpent and tearing a ragged wound straight through that golden sea.

Light uncoiled like a bronze-scaled dragon. The marked aura it carried felt as cold and inescapable as a prison yard at midnight.

With one downward sweep, Jared's blade vomited a tide of golden light laced with black energy. That roaring current split the ocean of Holy Light Sect swords as if tearing silk.

Dozens of disciples in the front ranks had no time to scream. The air itself mulched them into crimson dust; scraps of white robes and glittering blood mist rained together in a ghastly, shimmering shower.

“He's insane—completely insane!”

The survivors trembled so hard their longswords rattled like loose shutters in a storm. Courage bled from their eyes, and none dared step forward again.

Jared did not bother to chase them. His gaze slid above their bowed heads and locked on the grandest structure buried deeper inside the mountain stronghold—the radiant Holy Light Palace.

“Mr. Flaxseed, Master Morden, sweeping up their foot soldiers is your job now. I'm going to meet their sect leader.”

Before the last syllable fell from his lips, his figure blurred into a streak of molten gold and shot toward the palace gate.

“Jared, be careful!” Corin and Flaxseed shouted in ragged unison, the words chasing after the fading line of light.

Corin's longsword flashed in a broad arc, weaving a lattice of gleaming force that herded the pursuers backward. “Mr. Flaxseed, end this fast so we can back Jared up!”

Boom!

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