The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5484

Marius' face drained of color. "N-No... Impossible! How can this be?" he stammered, eyes fixed on the vanishing light.

He hurled his will at the crumbling array, only to find he could no longer touch a single thread of its power.

In moments, every barrier guarding Obsidian Stone Sect Headquarters vanished without a trace.

Marius stood rooted to the spot, shock and raw fear widening his eyes.

The fact that a mere youth had unraveled a formation laid by Immortal Lord Nimbus defied everything he believed possible.

Around him, the other Demonic Cultivators gaped in mute disbelief, mouths hanging open yet voiceless.

Quincy and his companions trembled with exhilaration; never had they imagined Jared's strength could reach such heights.

"Tell me something," Jared said softly, meeting Marius' gaze. "Do you still think your little barrier can hold me?"

Marius finally blinked. "W-Who are you?"

"I already told you," Jared replied. "I am the Celestial Supreme, sovereign of the celestial realm."

"Impossible," Marius muttered, still shaking his head. "You don't look the slightest bit impressive..."

Yet disbelief clung to him like a damp shroud he could not shake free.

Jared answered with a chill smile, summoning the Dragonslayer Sword. The sword bloomed into existence above his palm, its metal humming with ancient hunger.

At the blade's awakening, golden light washed across a hundred-mile radius, turning earth and sky to molten dawn.

The sword energy pressed on every chest, robbing the gathered throng of breath.

Human, beast, and demon alike stared wide-eyed, awe eclipsing all rivalry.

Cradling the Dragonslayer Sword, Jared traced a deceptively lazy arc toward the mountain bastion of Obsidian Stone Sect.

A thunder-crack split the air.

A single blade of light tore from the Dragonslayer Sword and vanished into the distant peak.

Silence followed—so complete it seemed the slash had never been.

Gasp!

The other Demonic Cultivators, faces drained of color, staggered backward in a panicked scramble for escape.

"Leaving so soon? No one departs this place alive today."

With a languid flick of his wrist, Jared brushed invisible dust from the air.

A silent shield blossomed outward, sealing the entire Obsidian Stone Sect Headquarters beneath a shimmering, featureless dome.

Marius went sheet-white. A true giant now stood before him; survival meant immediate surrender.

"Immortal Lord, mercy!" he cried, crashing to his knees and pounding his forehead against the stone. "I was blind—spare this worthless life!"

Terror rippled outward; Demonic Cultivators dropped like felled trees, each smashing brow to earth in frantic imitation.

"Immortal Lord, forgive us! We were wrong—spare us, spare us!"

Quincy Lee and the other captives felt a fierce, righteous joy ignite in their chests.

Never had they imagined these swaggering tyrants would one day grovel like insects.