A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5453

Before long, their figures melted into the wavering heat of the plain. Behind them, Celestia City remained—one vast shadow where banners of Demonic Cultivators snapped and stray combatants still clashed among toppled spires.

Deep inside the royal palace, Jared stood alone. Dragonslayer Sword gleamed in his grip, each sweeping arc wide enough to shear pillars. The blade's original tyranny now mingled with a new, sinister elegance born of demon blood.

Every strike cracked the marble floors and split the air itself. One heartbeat, the sword churned like a hurricane, the next it vanished, reappearing from an impossible angle that denied any defense.

Across the shattered hall, Soul Devourer answered, wreathed in living midnight. From his sleeves poured countless threads—black filaments that hissed and writhed like serpents eager for warm flesh.

Each thread carried a brutal pull, dragging at Jared's very essence, as though eager to suck his soul out through his sternum and leave the shell to crumble.

"Soul Devouring Thread!" Jared spat, eyes narrowing. A flicker of unease crossed his gaze. "So you've cultivated that foul art to this level?"

Soul Devouring Thread was Soul Devourer's famed ultimate skill. It could directly attack his opponent's soul. The skill was utterly wicked and ruthless.

In the past, countless cultivators on level nine had perished under the Soul Devouring Thread.

"Did you think progress was yours alone?" Soul Devourer sneered. He gave a low, chilling laugh. "Level six may be a cage, but I've not been idle inside it."

With that, a storm of threads shot forward. Each strand shone with lethal purpose, enough to make stone whimper.

Jared wasted no breath. Demonic aura and spiritual energy slammed together inside him, flooding outward to weave a shimmering shield.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Metal-pure ring after ring echoed as the threads hammered the barrier. The shield quivered, ripples racing over its surface like lightning across glass.

Cracks spidered, threatening to bloom into ruin with every heartbeat.

Jared gritted his teeth, channeling raw power in a relentless stream, forcing the trembling shell to knit itself whole.

He understood with icy clarity. If the shield shattered, the threads would tear out his soul before he could even scream—and the body he now occupied would fall with him, lifeless on palace stone.

"Vermilion, why keep struggling?" Soul Devourer gave a cold, almost leisurely laugh that shivered through the ruined hall. "You are nowhere near my equal, so bow your head. Surrender, and I might be merciful enough to spare a single thread of your soul."

Boom.

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