A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6408

"Hahaha, utterly ridiculous!"

"Marshal Vale suddenly let out a cold, piercing burst of wild laughter.

The sound carried dense baleful energy with it, shaking the surrounding rock walls until dust sifted down in sheets."

"The Sylvan Kin are nothing but weak remnants hiding in the deep forest, clinging to their last breath. You dare talk about sparing lives in front of the celestials? A pack of reclusive cowards who ran from the world—what right do you have to negotiate with me and spout such nonsense?"

"The pressure around Marshal Vale dropped without warning.

His voice cut through the dark floor like ice, carrying a promise of slaughter that reached every corner."

"I will give you one last chance. Take this pack of outsiders and disappear right now. What happened today, I can let pass."

"But if you insist on standing in my way, then when the Celestial Alliance's million-strong host descends, flattens Evershade, and slaughters the whole Sylvan Kin, it will be far too late for regret."

Marshal Vale aimed the threat straight at Elder Cillian.

"Elder Cillian's face set hard, and a vicious edge churned between his brows.

He forced it down. He did not strike rashly. He only turned his gaze to Jared and waited for the decision."

"Jared paid no attention to Marshal Vale's surging pressure.

He slowly turned sideways."

His gaze moved one by one over the people beside him: Gwendolyn, her expression drawn tight; Nathaniel, steady and solemn; Elder Cillian, grave and commanding; and the captive cultivators who had endured torment and had only just broken free of their chains.

"His voice was not loud, but it drove straight into the heart.

""Facing the celestials' tyranny and their threats of death, are you afraid?"""

"A brief dead silence settled over the crowd.

No one answered. Only heavy breathing moved through the air."

"The next second, Nathaniel's fists clenched hard.

His battle will shot upward, and he was the first to roar, his voice bursting out like thunder.

""Cultivators of this age would rather die than bend. Not afraid!"""

"Not afraid!"

"All Freevale warriors raised their arms as one.

Their roar crashed through the floor, and their battle will spread like wildfire."

"Not afraid!"

"The Sylvan warriors' spiritual light blazed bright.

They shouted together, every spine unbowed."

"Not afraid!"

"The captive cultivators who had been tortured to the limit and clawed their way back from death finally broke open.

Everything they had swallowed for so long erupted at once. Their screams shook the air and rang through the world."

"Thousands upon thousands of shouts joined into one.

That vast will to resist tore through the darkness and crushed the sacred pressure around them."

"Jared slowly turned back.

His back stood straight as a pine, and his cold eyes fixed on Marshal Vale's blue-black face.

Word by word, his voice came out clear and sharp.

""Did you hear that? Every one of them stands without fear before the might of you celestials."""

"In that instant, Jared's right arm shook.

A ringing clang split the air, and the long-sealed Dragonslayer Sword suddenly came out of its sheath."

Across the keen blade, a vast surge of violet chaotic force rolled and boiled.

"Layer upon layer of chaos-flame coiled around the sword and burned high.

The violet flames were strange and overbearing, and an awful force capable of destroying all things burst loose."

"Move!"

The order fell, and the battle detonated in an instant.

"Jared's body suddenly became a violet afterimage.

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