The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5686

The young woman tottered across the churned earth. Blood beaded along her lips, then fell like garnets onto a gown ripped open by countless blows. Pale skin showed through cracked silk, every exposed inch laced with fresh crimson. Her steps wavered, betraying fatigue she could no longer hide.

"Stop struggling, pretty thing. Hand over the Ninefold Pill you stole from that ancient cavern. Do that, and my buddies and I might let you die quickly."

A scar-faced demonic cultivator, his cheek carved by an old wound that twisted whenever he grinned, let out a low, lecherous chuckle. Greed and lust shimmered in his eyes like twin blades thirsty for new cuts.

"Never! I would rather die than let trash like you succeed."

Her sword flickered forward in a desperate flurry, yet every frantic stroke opened another weakness, another invitation to the killers circling her.

Hidden, Jared watched, brow knit in reluctant concern.

He normally didn't like being a busybody, but three demonic thugs bullying one wounded woman was too unfair. Plus, the words Ninefold Pill stirred him. The pill could heal bodies and raise cultivation, and his own hidden wounds still ached.

Oh, well. Fate has brought me here. Their misfortune will be their judgment.

He was no saint, but some lines he would never allow to be crossed.

Scarface lunged, claws out, reaching for the woman's unguarded back.

A razor-thin hiss—sharper than a whipcrack—split the air.

A streak of sword energy, as bright and sudden as lightning, drilled clean through Scarface's brow. The predator's victorious smile froze in astonishment.

He wavered once, then collapsed like a felled statue, eyes wide and unseeing.

"No!"

The two remaining demons lurched to a halt, terror eclipsing their bloodlust.

Across from them, the wounded woman blinked in stunned relief, uncertain whether the miracle was real or merely the last dream before death.

Jared stepped into view like a shadow given form. Though his face had paled, the calm in his eyes outweighed the weakness of his body.

He raised two fingers as though they were a blade, and the faint glow of the Five-Element Origin Power gathered around him—subtle, yet undeniably superior.

"Time Deceleration!"

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