A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5849

"Clara, sir, step back and protect yourselves. I'll break this array," he said calmly, drawing the Dragonslayer Sword.

The blade was plain, lacking brilliance. Yet the moment it was drawn, a fierce aura that could cut through cause and annihilate all law surged upward, diluting the murderous aura emanating from the Northern Abyss Immortal-Slaying Ice Array.

The general's pupils contracted slightly. He sensed the sword's extraordinary nature.

"Attack!" he commanded, though confident in his array.

"Black Tortoise World Suppression—Total Frost!"

The spectral Black Tortoise roared, spewing a wide ice-blue pillar of light!

Where it passed, space froze into solid ice, carrying the power to crush everything, aimed straight at Jared.

This strike alone reached the power of a Level Eight Heavenly Immortal.

Jared didn't dodge. He gripped his sword with both hands in front of him, eyes closed, mind and blade completely fused.

Chaotic celestial energy surged within him. The Chaotic Fire Lotus in his elixir field and the draconic energy ignited simultaneously, channeling immense force into the sword.

The Dragonslayer Sword hummed with anticipation. Fine dragon-scale patterns appeared along the blade, and an ancient, vast, all-destroying sword intent began to coalesce.

Jared's eyes snapped open—golden light burst forth like tangible flames!

"Dragonslayer Sword Technique Third Form—Heavenrend!"

He slashed diagonally from bottom to top.

No dazzling sword light, no deafening sound—just a thin, almost transparent gray thread of energy extending from the tip.

It looked fragile, as if it could snap at any moment.

Yet the instant it met the ice-blue pillar, like a hot knife through butter, the pillar, containing the force of a Level Eight Heavenly Immortal, was effortlessly split in two.

The halves grazed past Jared's sides, slamming into the ice behind him, creating two bottomless craters—but leaving him completely unharmed.

The filament of gray swordlight did not falter. It drifted onward with deceptive ease, gliding toward the vast, translucent battle array that shimmered above the ice like an illusion made of starlight.

"Brace for impact—maximum defense!" the commander standing at the center of the Celestials' phalanx bellowed, his voice cracking under sudden fear.

One hundred fifty armored warriors answered at once. Their immortal energy flared, flooding the glyphs beneath their feet. The sigils blazed white-blue, and the phantasmal Black Tortoise above their ranks thickened until it looked hewn from glacial jade.

The sword-thread alighted upon the Black Tortoise's shell, a single gray hair brushing ancient armor.

Time seemed to freeze, holding its breath in the brittle air.

The next heartbeat snapped.

Crack!

Boom!

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