The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5676

The sonic tide hammered the tattered great hall until its bones quivered; disciples of the Nethergate Sect with weaker cultivation bled from ears and nose before collapsing like felled wheat.

Across the giant's bronze skin, veins bulged like furious serpents while his battered copper armor screeched and cracked against muscles straining for release.

A torrent even wilder than before detonated around him—chaotic, ancient, smelling of forgotten epochs—and the marble beneath his feet spider-webbed outward.

"Vermin!" he rasped, the words grinding out like rusted gears. "I... will kill you."

The threat was coarse and halting, as though he had forgotten the taste of speech, yet the murderous intent inside each syllable almost took physical shape.

To be repelled by a youngster of the Human Immortal Realm—a creature he deemed beneath notice—was a humiliation he could not swallow.

The hall shook as a thunderous blast answered his fury.

The giant kicked off the ground. Flagstones shattered like wet clay, leaving a crater in his wake as his body streaked forward, a bronze comet doubled in speed and momentum.

On his fist, ripples of warped Time Law unfurled—no longer a simple rewind of a moment, but concentric, quivering rings that threatened to drag everything nearby into a churning temporal whirlpool.

He meant to hurl Jared and the very space around him into that maelstrom, to erase them from existence.

Yet the young man faced that wrath with an unclouded gaze, calmer than still water under moonlight.

A heartbeat earlier, on the razor's edge between life and death, Jared had glimpsed the first thread of the time nascence's true tapestry.

Time, he realized, was not a one-way river but a vast mesh, a net that could fold, pleat, and overlay itself. Slowing, hastening, or reversing a moment was nothing more than manipulating different knots of that net.

The giant's Time Reversal, then, was simply forcing one tiny node to wear an earlier layer.

Jared had failed before because his own weave differed in texture, unable to resist that superimposed past.

Now, by matching frequencies—making his strands sing in unison with the giant's for an instant—he avoided the overwrite.

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