A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5173

The Nether Duo had fallen within a handful of breaths. Jared’s crimson gaze now settled on the remaining Underworld Shadow Guards still entangled with the battered disciples of the Azurecloud Sect.

Pinned down by the disciples of Azurecloud Sect, the Underworld Shadow Guards had already been wavering; when they witnessed the brutal death of their two elder commanders, whatever order remained in their ranks collapsed, and their once-fluid movements turned stiff and panicked.

“You worthless b*stards, go to hell!”

Jared vaulted skyward, the Dragonslayer Sword whirling in his grip. In an instant, the blade became a storm of crimson demonic fire, a rain of swords that swept across the battlefield as though plowing up an old field, leaving no corner untouched.

Poisoned daggers and agile footwork meant nothing before such absolute power. Wherever the flaming sword rain passed, the Underworld Shadow Guards dropped in swathes, charred to cinders before they could even cry out.

The few survivors who tried for a last-ditch ambush were blown apart by the casual flick of a demonic aura blast from Jared’s palm.

Flaxseed, Jhaelyn, and the others stood rooted to the spot, staring at the figure wreathed in scarlet flame as he cut through the enemy lines like a god of slaughter, leaving a carpet of corpses in his wake. A wordless, bone-deep awe rose in every heart.

Moments ago, these foes had left them utterly helpless; now, beneath that oppressive demonic might, they looked no stronger than straw dolls.

None felt the contrast more sharply than Saleto. Terror shone on his face as he stared at Jared; had Jared displayed such might during their duel a moment earlier, Saleto doubted he could have withstood even a single blow.

“Cough... cough, cough...”

When the last Underworld Shadow Guard was devoured by the flames, Jared doubled over, hacking violently. This time, the fluid that spattered from his lips was not black but a thick, crimson ichor threaded with demonic energy.

The flames around him flickered unsteadily. Within his scarlet pupils, a faint clarity struggled to the surface.

“Mr. Vermilion, that was a bit much. If you keep exploding with power like that, my body’s not going to make it!”

Jared grumbled at Vermilion Demon Lord inside him, utterly at a loss for words.

“All right, all right—I might have overdone the showboating. My apologies!”

The moment the joking reply faded, the crimson fire in Jared’s eyes receded. His knees buckled; he would have collapsed had Jhaelyn not darted in to catch him.

His face was paper-white. Though the rot on his chest wound had stopped spreading, black energy still seeped from it—Vermilion Demon Lord’s power had clearly taken a toll on his mortal flesh.

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