The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5573

"Enaricus conspired with Malevolent Path Hall—high treason. By law, he should die. Yet, for the palace's sake, I grant him one chance. He will cripple his own cultivation so others may learn. As for you two, leave the Celestial King's Palace this instant. Set foot here again, and you face the blade of every guard within."

Enaricus blanched. Crippling his own cultivation was worse than death. His fists tightened until nails cut flesh, yet he felt no pain, only the hollow roar of his future collapsing.

Percival and Esorin traded a single, fraught glance. They both knew refusal meant none of them would leave alive.

Silence flooded the hall. Every soul held its breath, waiting for their answer, while in the vaulted air an invisible storm gathered, ready to break.

Meanwhile, in the void passage, Jared raised his Dragonslayer Sword, lost to time, space, even memory.

Flame meteors streaked toward him in endless waves. Each swing of his blade shattered a thousand blazing comets into showers of jeweled fireworks that lit the churning void.

The silent man beside him watched the stars die under Jared's sword and could not hide his awe.

At last, the fiery tempest ended. Jared drifted back to the man, golden light rippling across his skin, his very flesh now humming with newfound power.

"Sir, may I finally leave this place?" Jared asked, voice steady yet threaded with anticipation.

The man's lips curved in a small, satisfied smile. "You may."

Jared clasped both hands in grateful salute. "My thanks, sir."

Joy flashed in his eyes, bright as the sparks he had just slain.

At that precise gesture, the man's brow knotted. His stare locked onto Jared's joined fists, as though something there screamed a silent warning.

Confused, Jared lowered his arms, unsure what secret the man had just seen.

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