The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5669

"Enough!" Jared shouted.

His voice carried an authority that brooked no argument. After observing with cool indifference, he finally moved. He did not erupt in blinding light or trumpet his power. He simply placed one foot forward.

That step folded the distance like cloth. In the span of a blink, he crossed over one hundred meters and set himself between Neville's back and Boneshade's descending fist. He lifted a single finger—slender, pale, almost delicate—and tapped toward the blow capable of pulverizing mountains.

Every eye—including the distant, lofty gaze of the Soul Devourer—contracted to pinpoints.

"Die, whelp!" Boneshade snarled, lips peeling from cracked teeth as he poured more weight into the strike, determined to smash both Jared and his finger to pulp.

Instead of thunder, only the soft pop of a soap bubble sounded when fingertip met knuckle.

Time froze, then shattered. Boneshade's cruel grin turned to stone.

A force, needle-sharp and tyrannical, knifed from Jared's finger through Boneshade's arm and detonated inside every bone he owned.

Cracks rippled—a hail of splintering echoes that made onlookers' teeth ache.

Boneshade screamed, a jagged, inhuman wail. His massive frame shot backward faster than it had charged, as though an unseen titan swatted him away. While airborne, bone after bone snapped until he was a rag-doll of shattered sticks. He slammed into the distant crowd, kicked up a curtain of dust—then lay utterly still.

One finger. With only one finger, Jared had erased a Heavenly Immortal Level Two famed for strength and indestructible flesh.

Silence swallowed the grand hall; even the torches seemed to forget how to crackle.

Every gaze in the grand hall froze on the young man. Fingers still half-curled, Jared Chance looked as though he had merely brushed aside a passing gnat, yet the echo of his gesture rang like thunder in their hearts.

Bloodshade's blood-red claw hung uselessly in mid-air. The demon froze, eyes wide with a terror he had never tasted, the realization dawning that his killing strike had been dismissed as casually as dust.

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