A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5730

This was the soul remnant of the Soul Devourer himself—no mere projection but the closest thing to his true form.

Compared with the shadow Jared had faced at the Skyfiend Sect, this presence was a hundred times fiercer, every wisp condensed into lethal intent. Though still incomplete, the raw pressure of its soul remnant alone slammed into the arriving Draconian army, making even seasoned warriors feel as though unseen chains cinched their throats.

The Soul Devourer's voice scraped across the vault, summoning echoes from every restless spirit. "Jared Chance, I had not yet set out to hunt you, and here you stroll straight into my lair. And you even drag in this swarm of slithering reptiles to die beside you—how very thoughtful."

Suspended in the thick crimson gloom, Jared faced the skeletal throne from a distance that felt razor-thin. Not a hint of fear touched his features. A slow, almost playful smile lifted one corner of his mouth, as though the nightmare before him were nothing more than a tavern brawl.

Jared answered with a lazy grin. "Soul Devourer, you picked a fine sewer to hide in—no wonder it took me forever to sniff you out. Last time you ran like a whipped cur, licked your wounds under this blood sea, and now you're barking again when the scars haven't even closed."

The emerald flames in the Soul Devourer's eyes flared, the throne of skulls creaking under the sudden spike of rage.

Forcing the anger back behind a brittle smile, he hissed, "Sharp tongue, whelp! You think a lucky bond with the Demon Seal Tower and a pack of beasts makes you invincible? To me, you're still just a slightly sturdier ant."

Jared laughed, the sound echoing like cracking ice. "An ant? Look at yourself—you're neither man nor ghost, no physical body, just a tattered wisp skulking in this godforsaken hole. I almost pity you."

He swept an arm toward the vast Draconian army massed behind him, their obsidian scales and burning standards rolling outward like a living tide.

Thumb tapping against his own breastplate, he roared, "Behold me—still young, body unmarred, cultivation that scrapes the roof of creation. Commanders swarm beneath my banner like thunderheads, and I have just welded the Ninefold Heaven into a single empire!"

"And you? What do you possess? A few back-alley plots and the knack for shooting cowardly arrows from the dark. Strip that away, and you stand empty-handed."

"Ah, yes—celestial lord, you call yourself. Try sewer lord. You've spent so long squatting in this reeking gutter that mildew is your only crown."

Soul Devourer's voice cracked. "You—"

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