A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6538

"Hall Master!"

An elder stumbled onto the tower, panic written all over his face. "Beastmoor Ridge's army is already a hundred miles out! Jared is leading the vanguard himself, Venerable Glacier is on the left, and Morgana's central host is behind them! Their total strength is over two thousand!"

"What are you panicking for?"

Starwick slammed a hand against the stone railing.

"Pole Star Hall has stood for thirty thousand years. We have the ninefold hall-warding array and three hundred and sixty defensive wards. You think we can't stop two thousand people?"

"Pass the order. Activate every ward. Put every disciple in position.

We only need to hold for a few days. Once the Upper Realm Envoy descends, it'll be their death sentence."

The ninefold hall-warding array flared to life in an instant.

Nine golden curtains of light rose around Pole Star Hall, each one woven from thousands of sigils, layered one over another like nine shields no one should have been able to cross.

The three hundred and sixty defensive wards locked together like intermeshing gears, turning the entire hall into a war fortress that inspired dread at a glance.

Saintlight flame erupted from the nine towers and washed the whole sky gold.

Jared only raised the Dragonslayer Sword.

Violet chaos-flame streamed off the blade and stretched outward, condensing into a purple arc of sword energy a hundred yards long.

He didn't charge the strike.

He didn't use any elaborate sword art.

He simply brought the sword down.

The sword arc hit the ninefold warding array like it was cutting through a paper lantern.

The first curtain shattered into drifting specks of light.

Then the second. Then the third.

The chaos-flame tore into the holy radiance like a starving wolf, devouring the law-power inside layer after layer.

The ninefold hall-warding array, never once breached since Pole Star Hall was founded, didn't even last three breaths against Jared before it completely shattered.

Golden motes rained down, and Pole Star Hall's true face lay exposed before everyone.

The cultivators stationed behind the array could only stare, dumbstruck, their weapons shaking in their hands.

Thirty thousand years of foundation. Three hundred and sixty defensive wards.

In front of one man, it was as if none of it had ever existed.

"Kill," Jared said.

His voice wasn't loud, but two thousand cultivators answered it with a single thunderous roar.

Wellspring Order's sword arrays were the first to hit.

Five hundred Wellspring disciples split into thirty-six sword formations and stabbed into Pole Star Hall's defenses all at once like a storm of knives.

Pole Star Hall's remaining fighters resisted with everything they had.

Holy radiance and sword aura slammed into each other across the sky, and every collision sent someone crashing down.

But the Wellspring Order's sword arrays moved with terrifying precision.

All thirty-six formations fed into each other, offense and defense locked together so tightly that Pole Star Hall's battle line was ripped apart piece by piece.

The Azure Cloud Sword Order's flying-sword array came right behind them.

Behind Cloudspire, the thousands of flying swords he had reforged poured down like a storm.

Pole Star Hall's cultivators were pinned to the ground where they stood.

The flying swords wove a net across the air so dense it left no gaps.

Once it dropped over them, no one escaped.

The disciples of Deepvault Cloister cut in from the left.

Their frost power froze Pole Star Hall's holy radiance into ice, and icy-blue cold tangled with the golden light until the whole battlefield became something beautiful and lethal.

From the tower, Venerable Starwick watched his disciples get butchered under the crushing advance of all three armies.

The madness in his eyes thickened by the second.

He yanked up his golden spear, ready to charge down and fight Jared to the death.

But an elder caught his arm and held on with desperate strength.

"Hall Master! You can't go!"

The elder's voice broke, already shaking with tears. "Your cultivation is only at Golden Immortal Realm Level One right now. You're no match for Jared. The Upper Realm envoy is about to arrive—you cannot die here. Pole Star Hall's legacy can't end with you!"

Starwick's arm froze in midair.

His fingers clenched around the spear shaft until his knuckles turned white.

He looked down from the tower at the disciples falling below, at the elders nailed to the ground by the Azure Cloud Sword Order's flying swords, at the guards frozen into ice statues by Deepvault Cloister's cold.

And in his eyes, something surfaced that no one had ever seen him show before.

But in the end, his hand opened.

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