A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6547

At the same time, Jared twisted his blade and cut toward Vaughn.

Vaughn crossed both blades in front of himself.

The dark-red judgment flame roared wildly along the steel, trying to hold back the erosion of the chaotic force.

It didn't matter.

The chaos-flame swallowed the judgment flame whole, burned straight through both blades, charred Vaughn's hands black, and finally carved a wound across his chest so deep the bone showed.

Vaughn screamed as he was thrown backward and landed beside Silas.

Golden blood poured from the gaping wound in his chest in a wild rush that wouldn't stop.

Then the fiery cage of the thirty Ember Drake Guards finally dropped.

Golden saintfire pressed in on Jared from every direction.

Jared lifted his head.

Endless golden fire reflected in his violet eyes.

He drew in a deep breath and raised the Dragonslayer Sword high over his head.

The violet chaos-flame on the blade exploded outward, turning into rings of purple ripples that spread in every direction.

Where those ripples passed, the golden saintfire went out layer by layer, like candlelight snuffed by a violent wind.

All thirty Ember Drake Guards coughed up blood at once.

The backlash of their own spiritual power sent them flying, and the flame-forged sabres in their hands burst into a rain of golden shards.

From the moment Garrick gave the order to attack to the complete collapse of the Ember Drake Guard, less than ten breaths had passed.

Garrick stood frozen in place.

He looked at the Ember Drake Guards writhing across the ground, at Vaughn with his chest split open, at Silas with his chest caved in, and the hand gripping his war-glaive started to shake.

Not from fear.

From rage.

The Ember God Palace's authority, built over hundreds of thousands of years.

His own peak Golden Immortal Level Three cultivation. Thirty elite Golden Immortal Level One warriors.

In front of this True Immortal Realm Level Eight youth, all of it had looked like paper.

With a furious roar, he burned his blood essence.

Holy radiance tore through his body as he forced his cultivation upward to the threshold of Golden Immortal Level Four.

The golden fire on the war-glaive turned blazing white.

That was the color holy radiance took only when compressed to its absolute limit, so hot it ignited even the air, twisting the space within a hundred yards.

"Die!"

The war-glaive shot toward Jared with enough force to ruin heaven and earth.

At its tip, the blazing-white holy radiance compressed into a thread-fine line of light—the strongest strike possible, all its power crushed into a single point.

Jared raised the Dragonslayer Sword and leveled its tip at the incoming war-glaive.

He didn't dodge.

He didn't gather power.

He didn't even call on more chaotic force.

He simply thrust.

Sword tip met glaive tip.

In that instant, the laws of space for a hundred miles shuddered violently.

Deep in the Godfall Wastes, the ancient remnant souls let out a single low sigh together, as if the power of that one sword had jolted them awake from ages of sleep for the briefest moment.

Then everything went still.

Garrick lowered his head and looked at his chest.

The tip of the Dragonslayer Sword had gone in through his chest and punched out through his back. Violet chaos-flame burned inside him, devouring his holy radiance, his blood essence, his meridians, his bones—one piece at a time.

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