A Man Like None Other

This is it. After this, no matter the outcome, I will relinquish control to the Vermilion Demon Lord.

“Kid, you expect me to step in when you’re already knocking on death’s door? How generous of you. But I must decline. If I unleashed even a fraction of my power in your current state, your body would crumble to dust.” The Vermillion Demon Lord, knowing what Jared was thinking, spoke up.

With no avenue for escape and his adversaries closing in fast, Jared gritted his teeth and made his move.

“Assembly of the Swords!” he roared, slashing his blade through the air with unwavering resolve.

The Dragonslayer Sword hummed with ancient power as Jared unleashed the ultimate skill of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. The void itself seemed to rend open, a jagged tear forming in its fabric as the heavens and earth trembled under the immense force. The ripple of energy was so profound that even cultivators hundreds of kilometers away paused, startled by the disturbance.

From the skies above, countless dazzling sword lights cascaded like a meteor shower, surging toward Milton and Cayan from every direction, leaving them with nowhere to run.

Jared’s body staggered backward under the relentless recoil of the unleashed sword aura. Similarly, Milton and Cayan were forced into retreat, battered by the ceaseless barrage of sword energy. They hastily conjured shield after shield to fend off the attack.

were fatal, it was shocking that a mere Seventh Level Tribulator could injure not one but two Ultimate Realm Level Four

energy utterly depleted. The devastating sword strike he had unleashed moments earlier had drained nearly every ounce of strength from his body. He leaned heavily on the Dragonslayer Sword, using it as a crutch

sheer force of that attack

with a single sword strike was something Jared could scarcely have dared to imagine. It was a feat born not of confidence, but of sheer desperation. Relying solely on his unwavering resolve to fight to

wounds were far from fatal. However, the backlash Jared endured from the strike nearly sent him into unconsciousness. In his weakened state, even if the Vermilion Demon Lord attempted to take control,

of force from the Vermilion Demon Lord, Jared’s body

need to

agreed, his voice cold. “The kid’s reached the end of his rope. But the fact that he managed to withstand our attacks and

deliberate steps toward Jared. In their eyes, Jared was no more than a

Demon Lord urged,

out a sudden, dry chuckle. “Run? There’s no escaping

No matter what, he wouldn’t be