A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6687

"Hold!"

Jared's voice swept across the battlefield.

His throat was already hoarse, but every word still reached the demonic cultivators clearly.

"Do not let them break through. Hold a little longer, and they will run out of strength."

He moved through the battlefield like a tireless ghost.

Whenever a gap opened in the demonic cultivators' line, he appeared there.

The Dragonslayer Sword swept out.

Violet sword-light forced the charging celestials back.

Several new wounds had opened across his body.

His gray robe was torn in several places, exposing flesh burned by divine light beneath.

He seemed unable to feel pain.

Only the enemy ahead and the allies behind him remained in his eyes.

Then a golden figure dropped from the sky like a meteor.

It crashed straight toward Jared's head.

Grand Elder Greenwood.

He had been watching from above, studying Jared's movements and waiting for the best moment to strike.

He had seen Jared expose himself again and again to rescue the demonic cultivators.

He had seen Jared's strength draining fast.

He had seen the wounds spreading across Jared's body.

Now the opening had come.

Jared had just forced back another group of celestial cultivators. He had not yet adjusted his breathing, and his back was exposed to Grand Elder Greenwood for the blink of an eye.

That was enough.

"Die, junior!"

A golden palm print came down like a mountain.

It carried the full force of a Golden Immortal Level Nine expert, smashing straight toward Jared's head.

Terrifying divine force filled the palm print.

Space broke wherever it passed.

Compressed air screamed, like a thousand beasts howling at once.

Within several hundred yards, the ice cracked under the pressure before the attack even landed. The fractures spread outward in dense spiderweb lines.

Jared's pupils contracted.

He felt the power inside that palm.

A full-force strike from a Golden Immortal Level Nine expert.

It was destruction far beyond what his current body should have been able to take.

The palm had not landed yet, but its wind already made breathing difficult. His bones creaked under the pressure, as if they were about to be crushed to powder.

But he did not move aside.

Behind him were demonic cultivators struggling to hold the line.

If he dodged, that palm would fall on them.

At least a hundred would die.

"Mr. Chance, dodge!" Caiden shouted, panic tearing through his voice.

"Jared!" Gwendolyn's cry was sharp enough to split the heart.

Jared clenched his teeth.

Chaotic force roared through him.

He held nothing back.

Every bit of power inside him poured into the Dragonslayer Sword. Gray and violet light merged and erupted around him.

The glow grew brighter.

Hotter.

More violent.

Like a small star forming in his hand.

"Block it!"

The gray sword-light met the golden palm head-on.

Boom.

A deafening crash tore across the ice field.

The whole frozen plain shook.

The shock wave swept outward and blew everyone within several hundred yards away, celestial and demonic cultivator alike, scattering them like dead leaves in a storm.

The ice split.

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