The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5646

He knew one touch of that attack would crush every bone in his body, and his limbs were leaden—dodging was no longer possible.

Jared could only watch as the radiant spear of light barreled toward him, unstoppable as sunrise.

At that desperate instant, the draconic essence hanging over his chest flickered, pulsing like a heartbeat of molten amber.

Jared inhaled sharply, channeling the crystal's surge. His battered sword erupted in blinding brilliance, turning night to noon within the gorge.

"You picked the wrong day to bury me!" he bellowed, swinging the blade in a furious arc that cleaved straight into the incoming radiance.

Boom!

Sword light and golden judgment collided once more, their impact tearing a crater into the canyon floor while thunder rolled between the cliffs.

The blow slammed into Jared like a runaway meteor. His body arced backward through the smoky air before crashing onto the rubble-strewn ground.

The impact split fresh wounds wide open. Hot blood gushed over his lips in thick, metallic bursts while pain hammered every bone.

Across the fractured courtyard, Winston skidded several steps back. The golden glow around his palms flickered as shock broke across his handsome, ruthless face.

He had not expected Jared—already battered nearly beyond recognition—to survive that strike, let alone block it.

"Impressive willpower for a dying man, brat," Winston said, his voice low and ringing with predatory amusement. "But will alone is never enough."

Having said that, he formed another flurry of hand seals. Golden spears of light burst from his fingertips, multiplying into a storm of radiant darts that screamed across the courtyard toward Jared's prone body.

Jared lay flat against the cracked flagstones, lungs burning, limbs refusing to move. He no longer had the strength left to dodge the incoming attack.

He could only watch while the oncoming barrage filled his vision with blinding gold, each bolt promising to snuff the last spark of life still clinging inside him.

A sudden rush of wind cut through the courtyard. Right then, Sylvia landed beside him, silver hair whipping around a face drained of color the moment she saw the carnage.

Terror and resolve flared together in her eyes when she witnessed the sight before her.

"Mr. Chance!" she cried, voice cracking as she thrust both hands forward. "Hold on, I'm here!"

Sylvia performed a series of hand seals. A translucent shield of pure celestial power unfurled before Jared like a blossoming iris, blocking those attacks.

Boom!

The golden spears slammed into the barrier with thunderous booms. Shockwaves rattled shattered columns and sent debris spraying.

Hairline fractures spider-webbed across the shield, yet Sylvia gritted her teeth until the final bolt fizzled against the cracking wall. The barrier—though quivering—held.

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