A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6719

The surviving Demonic Cultivators finally lost every trace of courage.

They stumbled and crawled backward. Some collapsed where they were. Some hid trembling behind the bodies of their companions. Others dropped to their knees and began slamming their foreheads against the ground in desperate pleas.

This time, however, they were not begging Aureon.

They were begging Violet.

"Mercy! Please!"

"He forced us! We never wanted to attack you!"

"Please, let us go!"

Violet stopped her sword.

Her gaze moved across the trembling survivors.

"Get out of my sight."

They reacted as if pardoned from execution.

Some crawled away toward the sides of the valley and hid behind enormous boulders. Others ran all the way behind the celestial army and refused to show their faces again.

Aureon's expression had become almost black with fury.

He had just watched Violet slaughter the Demonic Cultivators he had forced into submission—the expendable bodies he intended to use as cannon fodder—by the thousands.

They were not celestials, but being humiliated so openly made rage threaten to burst from his chest.

"Useless."

He forced the word through clenched teeth.

"Every last one of you is useless."

His golden gaze returned to Violet, murderous intent surging wildly inside it.

She was strong, yes.

But she had just killed tens of thousands of people in succession.

Could she really do that without tiring?

Could she truly fight without ever exposing an opening?

If he kept feeding soldiers into the battle and forcing her to spend spiritual power, eventually she would have to collapse.

"Celestial forces—listen well!"

Aureon raised his right hand sharply.

Golden radiance formed into a command sigil above his palm and shot into the sky.

"Full assault! Kill that woman!"

His command had barely finished echoing before the silhouettes inside the rolling golden radiance surged into motion.

More than ten thousand elite celestial cultivators in golden armor surged out like a golden tide and charged toward Violet.

Bright artifacts gleamed in their hands. Divine light burned around their bodies and flooded the valley with dazzling gold.

Their steps were disciplined and unified, their momentum fierce—the complete opposite of the Demonic Cultivators who had just broken and fled.

Several Level Nine Golden Immortal elders led the charge, wrapped in dense divine light and wielding artifacts that radiated crushing pressure.

Behind them came an endless flood of celestial cultivators, turning the entire valley into a golden sea.

Violet remained where she stood.

Not a ripple passed through her purple eyes.

She simply lifted her longsword until the blade pointed diagonally toward the sky.

Then she swung downward.

A massive wave of purple sword light erupted from the tip and swept toward the golden tide like a towering curtain.

Wherever it passed, black fissures tore through space. The air screamed as it was cut apart. Golden radiance dissolved before the purple sword light like snow under sunlight.

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