Chapter 5851

“Dragonslayer Sword Technique Final Form-Chaotic Void!”

Jared drove the blade upward, carving against the heavens. There was no sound. There was no light. Only a hair-thin fissure of all-consuming night spilled from the sword’s point, rising to meet the crystal colossus.

The instant that black scar touched the giant blade, time stopped. Space froze.

Then, the next heartbeat arrived.

Ice cracked, bone by bone-then thunder ripped the silence apart.

The crystal greatsword-taller than a city wall-began to fracture from its ice-blue tip. Shards should have flown like shrapnel. Instead, every splinter slid noiselessly into the obsidian fissure yawning in the air, erased before the eye could blink. Within a single heartbeat, the ruin raced down the blade, devouring the guard and hilt alike.

Celladin’s eyes, once colder than the sword he wielded, now swam with raw terror. He had poured burning blood into that strike; how could a power meant to freeze the world shatter like cheap glass?