The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5589

"I spare you today," Jared declared, voice rolling across the shattered pillars. "But you will earn that mercy. Guard the Celestial King Palace with every drop of blood you still possess."

The kneeling cultivators bobbed their heads, relief and dread warring on their ashen faces.

Most of the palace's own guards lay wounded or dead. Someone had to stand between this palace and the next wave of darkness.

Jared swept a slow gaze over the battlefield. With one quiet motion of his palm, tens of thousands of item pouches ripped free from fallen Demonic Cultivators and streaked toward him like a swarm of silver comets.

A small smile tugged at his mouth. This cache alone could feed his cultivation for months.

A single thread of internal flame spiraled from his fingers. In a breath, every corpse on the field turned to soft gray ash that the wind carried away.

Jared counted out ten thousand pouches and pressed them into Onneas' hands. "Ms. Dusko, the palace is crippled. Use these to heal, rebuild, and grow stronger—quickly."

Onneas accepted without protest, then lifted her gaze. "What about you? What will you do?"

"Get stronger," he said, the words as low and certain as a mountain's heart. A hush followed, thick with promise—and with the gathering storm yet to come.

Jared's lips bent into a rueful half-smile.

He had risen fast—blindingly fast—but every fresh rung on the ladder only unveiled stronger, crueler foes. If Maxwell had not thrown his life across that last battlefield like a shield, Jared would already be dust floating on the heavenly wind.

Strength was the only currency that was spent here. Even the privilege of swaggering required solid power behind the pose.

Not long ago, he had sworn that, if level eight yielded no clues about the lost souls of the Flaxseed clan, he would simply batter a path to level nine.

Now, that vow felt reckless. First, he had to sharpen his own edge.

If only Mr. Sanders were here... With him beside me, even the clan leader would probably be groveling for mercy.

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