A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6405

"All troops, hear my order! Bypass the battlefield ahead and charge into the cells of the First Depth at full speed. Break the shackles and rescue the trapped cultivators of every kin!"

Nathaniel raised his hand without hesitation and issued the command.

The Freevale warriors and the Sylvan vanguard immediately adjusted formation. One group after another swung around the frontal battlefield and rushed toward the passages on both sides of the stone door.

They raced toward the cell blocks at top speed and began the rescue.

Behind them, the three hundred celestial guards saw the rescue force move and immediately tried to split off men to block them.

The Level Six commander let out a roar that tore through the passage. With both hands, he raised the great ember-maul high, and holy radiance burst up around him in a blinding surge.

A crushing weight of power erupted from him. He stepped forward, ready to cut off the rescue army before it could reach the cells.

"You think you can save them? Kill Jared first, then slaughter the insurgents!"

"The instant his body moved, Jared flashed.

He unleashed Wayfarer's Blink. One step could span 100 miles, and in that single breath he crossed several dozen yards, appearing directly in front of the Level Six commander."

He moved so fast that not even an afterimage remained.

The violet gleam of the Dragonslayer Sword swelled, wrapped in roaring chaos-flame. Its edge carried a sharpness that seemed to bite straight through the air.

The strike ignored the heavy defense of the cuirass. With terrible precision, it drove into the gap between the armor plates and pierced straight through the vital point in his chest.

Pshhk...

The harsh sound of a blade entering flesh rang out all at once.

The Level Six celestial commander's pupils snapped tight. His face held the look of a man staring at the impossible and seeing the end arrive with it.

"His heavy armor had been unmatched in defense, and his strength had been deep enough to crush peers of the same level in close combat.

Yet the body and cuirass he had relied on most were no sturdier than paper in front of Jared."

He never even completed a single move. The war hammer in his hands had no time to fall before that one sword had already run through his vital point.

His life force drained away at terrifying speed. In the same instant, his saintlight nascence was swallowed by the chaos-flame and torn apart.

His massive body froze heavily where it stood. Even in death, the result remained stamped across him: defeated in one move, fallen in a single instant.

Jared raised his hand and drew the Dragonslayer Sword back out. Golden blood slid slowly down the blade, fell onto the scorching ground, and vanished into steam the moment it touched.

"Kill."

The single word left his mouth, cold enough to cut.

Jared sprang forward and charged alone into the formation of the three hundred celestial guards.

Violet blade-flare crisscrossed through the dim tunnel, flashing and bursting again and again in the dark.

With chaotic force pouring through the longsword, every chop, every thrust, and every sweep carried an unsolvable nascence dominion.

The celestial cultivators' saintlight longswords, defensive arts, and saintlight shields all shattered before the violet blade-flare. None of them could withstand even one blow.

The sharp sword edge harvested one living life after another.

Golden blood sprayed without restraint, staining the cold ground red and gathering into thin little streams.

Screams, wails, the crack of breaking arms, and the blasts of exploding spells tangled together, ringing through the entire passage of the First Depth.

The three hundred celestial guards had numbers on their side. They sealed him in layer after layer, joined their formations, and tried to trap Jared with a human-wave assault.

But before the absolute gap in strength and the force of nascence counterforce, every struggle led nowhere.

Jared's movement was light and fluid as he wove through blades and sword light. He advanced and retreated at will, slipping past every encircling attack.

Every sword strike took a life. Every move was a killing blow.

There was no extra flourish in his technique. Each sword was lean, brutal, and aimed straight at a vital point, with a killing efficiency that bordered on terrifying.

In only the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the three hundred celestial guards who had once packed the passage in dense, murderous ranks all lay fallen in pools of blood.

Every one of them had fallen. Not a single survivor remained.

Corpses and shattered armor covered the ground. Blood soaked into the rock, and the thick reek of it spread in every direction, leaving the whole scene brutal to look at.

"Jared drew his sword back slowly.

The violet chaotic force around him withdrew little by little, sinking out of sight, while his face stayed as calm as before. Not a trace of the killing he had just done clung to him."

It was as if the bloody slaughter moments ago had been nothing more than sweeping ants out of his path.

"He lifted his eyes toward the dark passage deep inside the prison.

Then he stepped forward, light and unhurried, and walked at an even pace toward the prison's Second Depth."

"The blood battle in the First Depth had ended.

The killing had not."

"Across the vast cell blocks of the First Depth, one solid stone cell pressed close against the next.

The place lay dark, damp, and cut through with biting frost energy, shut away from the sun year after year."

"Heavy black-iron cell doors were locked tight.

Inside the cells, warding sigils covered every surface."

"Length after length of black, ice-cold godsbane-iron fetters pinned the prisoners by their limbs and throats.

Dense subdual arrays had been carved across every chain."

Those arrays forcibly sealed a cultivator's spiritual power, meridians, and spirit, grinding down the very foundation of their cultivation.

"Nathaniel led the allied host into the cell blocks at full speed.

Everywhere he looked, the sight hit like a blade turned inward."

"More than 300 human cultivators of many kindreds had been imprisoned here for years, worn down under torture.

Their clothes hung in rags, their bodies had wasted to skin and bone, and wounds covered them from head to toe."

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