The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5288

Deep within his elixir field, his spiritual energy thickened, edging toward the threshold of Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine.

The giant skeleton bellowed again, frustration sharpening its cry to a storm-blast.

Abandoning pursuit, it stabbed the rusted sword into the floor. Both skeletal hands formed eldritch seals, and the surrounding marked aura boiled like water in a cauldron.

From the black energy, the shattered remains of earlier foes re-knit themselves into dozens of skeleton soldiers, each hefting a bone spear that launched toward Jared in a white barrage.

“Perfect,” Jared muttered, eyes gleaming.

Instead of retreating, he surged forward, driving the movement technique from the Swordmaster's Scripture to its limit, sliding between incoming spears as if the world itself slowed around him.

The Dragonslayer Sword rose above his head. Golden light tangled with black energy, knitting into a blade of radiance taller than a man—an attack forged from the tomb of swords' sword intent and the fury of newly refined marked aura.

“Break!”

The light fell, a lightning bolt cleaving night.

Spears turned to powder on contact, and the charging skeleton soldiers dissolved into drifting ash.

The light did not slow—it streaked on, aimed squarely at the giant skeleton's skull.

Roaring, the giant skeleton crossed both arms to block. Black energy slicked over its forearms, turning bare bone the color of wet ink.

Metallic thunder rang out when light met bone.

The impact from the light hurled the colossus backward. Spiderweb cracks crawled across its arm-bone armor, and the green ghostfire in its eyes fluttered wildly, signaling a wound that finally mattered.

Using the recoil from that single clash, Jared whirled like a top. In his palm, the Dragonslayer Sword blurred into a spiraling bolt of gold that carved a luminous vortex through the stale, death-stained air.

Shattered threads of marked aura, once scattered by the light, suddenly curved back toward him. They raced along his spinning path and burrowed into his body—not as unwanted invaders but as warriors he marshaled to batter the final wall of his cultivation.

A raw cry tore from Jared's throat.

The cry became a triumphant howl as, deep inside, a brittle crack rang out—like an iron shackle giving way.

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