The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5690

Warmth erupted inside him—a tidal river both gentle and immense—rushing through limbs, bones, and marrow.

Pure medicinal power stitched torn meridians, mended bruised organs, even brushed his weary soul with a balm of light.

Mist-thick aura pooled through the cavern; Jared's aura swelled, forging itself into something dense and inexorable.

Cuts knitted shut, pallor blossomed into color, and the once-ragged cadence of his breath steadied like a drum at parade.

Power climbed higher still, brushing the threshold of Human Immortal Realm Level Five.

Several days later, he opened his eyes. They shone like tempered steel. He closed a fist—the cave quaked. A thin, wintry smile curved his lips.

"Time to move."

He raised the sect token, slid his spiritual sense inside, and at once sensed a mountain gate leagues away, drowned in sinister miasma.

With a flex of will he became a streak of light, vanishing toward the Mystic Fiend Sect—silent, swift, and utterly unstoppable.

The Mystic Fiend Sect squatted in a sun-starved canyon where every buried vein of yin converged.

Gray-black clouds—thick with malice—clung to the peaks year-round, dripping the scent of rot and an everlasting chill into the air.

Disciples patrolled the grounds with predatory stares, thin coils of ghostly vapor snaking around their shoulders like pet vipers.

Yet Jared drifted through the array as though it were morning mist, rising until he hovered high above the sect's dark, crooked halls.

He stopped mid-sky and looked down, eyes cold, then unshackled his aura. A formless mountain of pressure plummeted.

Boom!

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