A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5706

"Draconians—hear me. Leave none alive!"

With that final order, Jared cast judgment on the field.

Roars shook the gorge.

A single feral word followed. "Kill!"

Morale blazing, the Draconian army surged forward like a living tide, chasing the headless flock of enemies in every direction.

The result was slaughter, pure and lopsided.

Half an hour later, Nullrift Gorge lay silent, the ground wet and the air still.

The battlefield—so recently a boiling cauldron of steel, spellfire, and screams—stood eerily still. The copper-sweet reek of blood hung thick enough to taste. Bodies lay in grotesque ridges that rose like mountains against the haze.

Thousands of cultivators from the great orders of level nine had fallen. Only a handful—those quick to flee or blessed with rare escape talismans—had slipped away. The rest lay broken in the dust, paid in full for their defiance.

Pale sunlight speared through the drifting gore-mist and struck Jared, who stood at the summit of the carnage. Behind him, the Draconian army—armor cracked, limbs weary, yet eyes ablaze—glimmered red with the blood of their foes.

Jared's Dragonslayer Sword still dripped, each ruby bead rolling down the dark steel like a ticking clock. His robes fluttered in a breeze that smelled of iron and ash, and the aura around him felt vaster, deeper, for every duel survived.

He let his gaze comb across the ruined plain. Nothing stirred; his eyes remained as calm as a midnight lake.

This battle had tested his own limits, proven the ability of his Draconians, and announced—to every corner of the Ninefold Heavens—that Jared Chance had arrived, carrying a sovereignty none would be allowed to violate.

From this moment on, level nine would reckon with a new, impossible-to-ignore power: Jared with his Demon Seal Tower and Draconian army.

"Mr. Chance, they barely put up a fight!" Coall kicked one last corpse aside, his grin split wide, tusk-white teeth flashing. "Next time, give me something that cracks my joints loose!"

Cyanna stepped to Jared's side, lowering her voice. "We won, yes, but we have angered more than half of the level nine sects. Their revenge will come—for certain—and it will not come gently."

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