The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5845

Blizzard, arrows, and spear converged in flawless harmony, evidence that these Celestial soldiers had long since turned extermination into ritual.

One of them barked a contemptuous curse, an insult flung like grit into the wind, daring their human prey to resist.

"You're pushing your luck!" Jared's patience finally splintered.

A lance of molten gold flashed behind his eyes, and the calm he had worn like a cloak evaporated. He invoked no grand incantation. He merely lifted his right hand, two fingers aligned as a blade, and swiped upward against the falling spear.

A note rang out, clear, bright, and terrible, as though a sleeping dragon had sung. From his fingertips burst a thread of chaos-forged sword-energy so fine, so dense, it seemed able to sever the laws of the world themselves.