A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5714

"Five-Element Sword Domain—open." Jared's voice was calm, almost courteous.

Buzz!

Color flared in a three-hundred-meter wide circle.

Sword energy wove a private killing field where time thickened like resin and space bent inward, edges sharpening to invisible blades.

The Heavenly-Immortal elder felt his limbs turn to granite. He watched, horror filling the seconds that stretched far too long, as a needle-bright sword tip drifted toward the center of his brow with a speed he could neither understand nor escape.

"N—"

The half-formed protest died with him. The Dragonslayer Sword brushed through his demon armor, cracked his skull, and snuffed his soul in one leisurely thrust. Terror still frozen on his face, the corpse toppled, falling like a dropped statue through the stagnant air.

Jared did not spare a glance. He flickered again, reappearing beside another elder who had only begun to rally defenders.

"Space Prison." The words landed softly, yet the air around his target hardened to diamond—locking limbs, breath, even eyelids in immutable stasis.

"Perish." Jared's voice cut through the clamoring battlefield, quiet yet colder than steel, a verdict rather than a threat.

The Dragonslayer Sword flashed in a perfect, almost calligraphic arc. A startled face, still frozen in disbelief, spun skyward while a fountain of crimson followed, painting the gray air with violent color.

Jared moved like a reaper slipping between folds of time. His blade outpaced sight, struck with fated precision, and left no room—not a heartbeat, not a breath—for reprieve.

Time Deceleration, twisted space, and the Five-Element Sword Force wove together around him. Against these ordinary Heavenly Immortal elders, the synthesis became sheer, irreversible domination.

Where he passed, there were no clashing spells, no flamboyant duels—only the stark, brutal elegance of consummate slaughter, pared to its merciless core.

One swing, one corpse. Lives fell like sheaves beneath an autumn scythe.

"Stop him—now, stop him!" Elder Bonewick shrieked, terror flaying his composure as he forced damaged flesh to obey and brandished the Bone Sceptre once more.

He reeled in pain yet lifted the pale sceptre high, veins of black fury crawling across his fingertips.

"Ten-Thousand Evils Immortal-Slaying Array—rise!"

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