"No!"
A fear of death seized him. Mordain screamed, his voice breaking. He let out a shriek so sharp it nearly tore his voice apart.
He stopped caring about dignity-about status, about being a legendary figure of the demonic path—and unleashed everything he had.
The Bone Sceptre in his hand exploded, forming a ghastly white shield made of countless screaming skulls.
Netherworld Ghostfire surged around him inyers of protection, while twisted ck- gray chains infused with curses and death itself burst from the void, lunging toward the sword strike.
All of it was meaningless.
That chaotic sword energy was like divine judgment-inevitable, absolute.
The skull shield disintegrated on contact.
The Netherworld Ghostfire vanished like snow under the sun.
The death chains shattered before they even drew close.
The sword energy pierced through every defense, and in the reflection of his terror- stricken eyes, gently tapped his forehead.
A light noise sounded.
Time itself seemed to freeze, caught between one heartbeat and the next.
Every motion, every breath, every twitch of resistance inside Mordain was locked in ce like an insect trapped in amber.
He remained standing in thatst defensive stance, green me eyes already guttering, the light within them snuffed out almost before it dimmed.
At the center of his brow, a pin-sized hole appeared-bloodless, perfect, impossibly precise.
From that single wound, tiny cracks of swirling grey spread outward in a spiderweb, racing across bone, robe, and shriveled flesh.
Cracks sounded like ss shattering. The sound felt louder than thunder.
The stooped body, the tattered ck robe, even the splinters of his once-feared Bone Sceptre dissolved into glittering motes of muted chaos light, drifting away on a breath of wind.
Nothing-no body, no soul, not a sliver of marrow-remained.
The final cornerstone of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect, their Supreme Elder at peak Heavenly Immortal Level Nine, had been felled by one stroke of Jared''s sword.
Silence followed.
It was a deeper, longer silence than any that hade before.
Wind halted. Clouds congealed. Even lungs forgot the art of breathing.
Every living soul became a wooden figurine, staring at the spot where the old fiend
had vanished, watching thest motes of chaos dust drift apart.
Sheldon''s face froze in a mask of horror, eyes hollow, mind vacant-as though his spirit had fled ahead of his body.
My greatest trump card, the sect''s final pir... gone-in by a single sword?
Thud.
Someone''s knees buckled first, crashing to the ground.
A chain reaction followed; disciples of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect and Melded Beastkin warriors copsed in spreading waves, faces bloodless, bodies shaking before the figure in the sky. None found courage enough even to beg.
Across the field, members of Mystic Sky Sword Sect broke free of numb shock and erupted into wild, survivor''s celebration.
"Mr. Chance-unmatched might!"
"We''re saved! The sect is saved!"
"He yed the supreme elder-one sword steadies the world-Sir Chance is invincible!"
Their shouts rolled through the Myriad Sword Mountains like a tidal wave of thunderous joy.
Jared lowered the Dragonyer Sword, the de''s crimson glow shrinking to a single ember before vanishing entirely. Around him, the swirling haze of ultimate energy and the curling phantom petals of a fire-lotus folded inward and melted into still air.
From the shattered ridge, he stared down at the in where the Infinite Soul Demon Sect and the Melded Beastkin army knelt likembs awaiting the cleaver. In the distance, Garth hung in chains, and near him shuffled Sheldon, hollow-eyed.
Yet Jared lifted the de no further. His voice, cool as night water, drifted across the valley—not a shout, merely a statement everyone heard as clearly as thunder.
"Begone. Gather what remains of your legion, leave the Myriad Sword Mountains, and crawl back to the Blood-scar ins you came from. Tell Soul Devourer to wait. I, Jared Chance, wille for his head soon."
His eyes swept over Sheldon as though studying refuse left to rot beside the road. "Set one foot back en this soil of SCMeme against the MysticSky Sword Sect or the shattered remains of the Myriad Beast Sect and... the fate that befell that old geezer moments ago will be your lesson."
Having delivered his decree, Jared turned away from the crawling mass. In a single stride, he vanished and reappeared inside the shattered gate of the Mystic Sky Sword Secti stopping before Linden. Behind him remained a battlefield of broken invaders and a holy mountain erupting in thunderous, tear-soaked cheers.
Only after Jared''s silhouette had long dissolved did Sheldon shudder, as though he
had just bolted awake from a nightmare.
He cast a venomous yet frightened nce at the sect gate, at the smear of Garth''s
blood, at the drifting ash that had once been Mordain. "Retreat."
The single word rasped from a throat scraped raw by terror, humiliation, and unspent rage.
The Infinite Soul Demon Sect and
Melded Beastkin Sacred Sect
warriors broke like a tide sucked
het
suddenly back to sea. Helmets, stud??nly back to: banners, and even sect robes were flung aside as warriors trampled one another in their haste to escape the Myriad Sword Mountains?
They had arrived beneath choking storm-clouds, beasts roaring at their heels; now they fled in thin, scattered knots, each soldier praying the butcher behind themcked an extra pair of legs.
Jared had spared Sheldon for a reason: the man would be his living message, a trembling courier sent to promise Soul Devourer that Jared himself would soon im that infamous head.
With the Dragonyer Sword humming at his waist, Jared felt the universe bend outward once more; confidence swelled inside him like a fresh sun, and he thought, almostughing. I can do it again.
Yet Jared lifted the de no further. His voice, cool as night water, drifted across the valley—not a shout, merely a statement everyone heard as clearly as thunder.
"Begone. Gather what remains of your legion, leave the Myriad Sword Mountains, and crawl back to the Blood-scar ins you came from. Tell Soul Devourer to wait.
I, Jared Chance, wille for his head soon."
His eyes swept over Sheldon as though studying refuse left to rot beside the road. "Set one foot back on this soil or scheme against the MysticSky Sword Sect or the shattered remains of the Myriad Beast Sect and... the fate that befell that old geezer moments ago will be your lesson."
Having delivered his decree, Jared
turned away from the crawling mass. In a single stride, he vanished and reappeared inside the shattered -gate of the Myst Sky Sword Secti stopping before Linden. Behind him
remained a battlefield of broken
invaders and a holy mountain erupting in thunderous, tear-soaked
cheers.
Only after Jared''s silhouette had long dissolved did Sheldon shudder, as though he
had just bolted awake from a nightmare.
He cast a venomous yet frightened nce at the sect gate, at the smear of Garth''s blood, at the drifting ash that had once been Mordain. "Retreat."
The single word rasped from a throat scraped raw by terror, humiliation, and
unspent rage.
The Infinite Soul Demon Sect and
Soul
Melded Beastkin Sacred Sect
warriors broke like a tide sucked suddenly back to sea. Helmets, banners, and even sect robes were
flung aside as warriors trampled one another in their haste to escape the Myriad Sword Mountains?
They had arrived beneath choking storm-clouds, beasts roaring at their heels; now
they fled in thin, scattered knots, each soldier praying the butcher behind themcked an extra pair of legs.
Jared had spared Sheldon for a reason: the man would be his living message, a trembling courier sent to promise Soul Devourer that Jared himself would soon im that infamous head.
With the Dragonyer Sword humming at his waist, Jared felt the universe bend outward once more; confidence swelled inside him like a fresh sun, and he thought, almostughing. I can do it again.
Yet Jared lifted the de no further. His voice, cool as night water, drifted across the valley—not a shout, merely a statement everyone heard as clearly as thunder.
"Begone. Gather what remains of your legion, leave the Myriad Sword Mountains, and crawl back to the Blood-scar ins you came from. Tell Soul Devourer to wait. I, Jared Chance, wille for his head soon."
His eyes swept over Sheldon as
though studying refuse left to rot beside the road. "Set one foot back on this soil or scheme against the MysticSky Sword Sect or the
shattered remains of the Myriad Beast Sect and... the fate that befell that old geezer moments ago will be your lesson." Having delivered his decree, Jared
turned away from the crawling mass. In a single stride, he vanished
and reappeared inside the shattered gate of the Mystic Sky
Sword Sec stopping before Linden. Behind him
remained a battlefield of broken
invaders and a holy mountain erupting in thunderous, tear-soaked
cheers.
Only after Jared''s silhouette had long dissolved did Sheldon shudder, as though he
had just bolted awake from a nightmare.
He cast a venomous yet frightened nce at the sect gate, at the smear of Garth''s
blood, at the drifting ash that had once been Mordain. "Retreat."
The single word rasped from a throat scraped raw by terror, humiliation, and
unspent rage.
The Infinite Soul Demon Sect and
Melded Beastkin Sacred Sect warriors broke like a tide sucked suddenly back to sea. Helmets, banners, and even sect robes were
flung aside as warriors trampled one another in their haste to escape the Myriad Sword Mountains?
They had arrived beneath choking storm-clouds, beasts roaring at their heels; now
they fled in thin, scattered knots, each soldier praying the butcher behind themcked an extra pair of legs.
Jared had spared Sheldon for a reason: the man would be his living message, a
trembling courier sent to promise Soul Devourer that Jared himself would soon im that infamous head.
With the Dragonyer Sword humming at his waist, Jared felt the universe bend
outward once more; confidence swelled inside him like a fresh sun, and he thought, almostughing. I can do it again.
Yet Jared lifted the de no further. His voice, cool as night water, drifted across the
valley—not a shout, merely a statement everyone heard as clearly as thunder.
"Begone. Gather what remains of your legion, leave the Myriad Sword Mountains, and crawl back to the Blood-scar ins you came from. Tell Soul Devourer to wait. I, Jared Chance, wille for his head soon."
His eyes swept over Sheldon as though studying refuse left to rot beside the road. "Set one foot back en this soil or scheme against the MysticSky Sword Sect or the
shattered remains of the Myriad Beast Sect and... the fate that befell that old geezer moments ago will be your lesson." Having delivered his decree, Jared turned away from the crawling mass. In a single stride, he vanished and reappeared inside the shattered gate of the Mystic Sky Sword Sect stopping before Linden. Behind him remained a battlefield of broken
invaders and a holy mountain erupting in thunderous, tear-soaked cheers.
Only after Jared''s silhouette had long dissolved did Sheldon shudder, as though he
had just bolted awake from a nightmare.
He cast a venomous yet frightened nce at the sect gate, at the smear of Garth''s
blood, at the drifting ash that had once been Mordain. "Retreat."
The single word rasped from a throat scraped raw by terror, humiliation, and
unspent rage.
The Infinite Soul Demon Sect and
Melded Beastkin Sacred Sect
warriors broke like a tide sucked suddenly back to sea. Helmets,
banners, and even sect robes were
flung aside as warriors trampled one another in their haste to escape the Myriad Sword Mountains?
They had arrived beneath choking storm-clouds, beasts roaring at their heels; now
they fled in thin, scattered knots, each soldier praying the butcher behind themcked an extra pair of legs.
Jared had spared Sheldon for a reason: the man would be his living message, a
trembling courier sent to promise Soul Devourer that Jared himself would soon im that infamous head.
With the Dragonyer Sword humming at his waist, Jared felt the universe bend outward once more; confidence swelled inside him like a fresh sun, and he thought, almostughing. I can do it again.