The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5667

He was wizened and skeletal, shrouded in gray-black miasma. Sightless sockets burned with twin green flames.

This was Ghostshade—one of the infamous Five Shade Demons—master of soul-gnawing sorcery and already Level Three of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

His body blurred; after-images trailed like torn banners as he materialized at the hall's center in a single heartbeat.

Stretching a stick-thin finger toward Neville, he hissed, "Mr. Contreras, your instruction, please."

Before the last consonant faded, ghostly shrieks erupted. Vengeful spirits poured from his aura, a tidal wave of wailing spirits crashing toward Neville.

Frost clawed through the chamber, carrying the stench of decay so thick it scoured the sinuses raw.

Terror rippled through the watching disciples. The sight of a thousand ravenous souls was enough to fracture weaker minds.

Yet before Neville could raise a hand, a clear, cold voice rang out like silver striking steel:

"Abominations, know your place! I'll be your opponent!"

A surge of ice-blue sword light swept down, bright as a river of stars spilling from the heavens, cleaving straight into the horde of spirits.

Where the blade's brilliance passed, specters sizzled like snowflakes under sunlight, shrieking as they vanished into nothingness.

Sylvia moved like a startled swan, her snowy robes billowing as she lifted a sword that exhaled glacial vapors.

The legacy of Heaven Gate Sect pulsed within her, including the power of peak Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Two. That new power, pure and abundant, was poison to aberrations like the one blocking the throne room.

"Oh? Heavenly Immortal, Level Two?" Ghostshade rasped, green flames dancing behind his sockets. "Cute, child—but that scrap of cultivation won't save you."

He wove a rapid seal; midnight mists condensed into a colossal claw, each knuckle shaped from interlocking skulls. It descended with a shriek sharp enough to cut the air itself.

Even before impact, the talons' wind sliced trenches across the marble beneath Sylvia's boots.

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