The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5639

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"Jared answered with nothing but a cold snort, sword aura seeping from his pores like starlight through cracked stone. “Even caged in your little world, I can kill you both," he said, voice low and flat as drawn steel.

He summoned the ultimate secret Maxwell had hammered into him beneath a sky of dying suns."

"A titanic sword phantom bloomed in his palm, its edge forged from raw intent, vast enough to cleave worlds.

“Myriad Swords Integration!" He brought the phantom down in a single impeccable arc toward the two overlords."

Shock blasted across their faces; never had they imagined the prisoner could launch such force while shackled. "Sacred Guard!" Twin golden shields erupted before them, each the size of a fortress wall, runes pulsating like terrified hearts.

Boom!

Thunder louder than the birth of a star shook the canyon. Sword phantom slammed into the shields, the collision birthing a roar that tore at eardrums and sanity alike.

All Death Gorge quivered; cliffs crumbled, rock spray turning the air to gray snow. Fissures spider-webbed across the golden barrier, each crack screaming a warning of imminent collapse. Pallor drained what remained of the overlords' arrogance; they felt their grand defense buckling grain by grain.

"Impossible—utterly impossible! You're only Human Immortal Realm Level Three. How can you wield such devastating power?"

"Nothing in this world is impossible," Jared replied, eyes like frozen lightning. "Today is the day you die." He drove the phantom harder, pouring every shred of celestial essence into its burning edge. The blade's glow intensified, a newborn sun threatening to ignite the very concept of shade.

For a breathless stretch, they locked in stalemate—light against light, will against will—neither side advancing, neither willing to yield.

Minutes bled away, and strain began carving trenches across Jared's features. Veins bulged at his temples; each motion felt submerged in tar as the merged Sacred Domain pressed harder, seeking to still him forever.