The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5697

The Dragonslayer Sword met the phantom head-on, gold light slamming into choking black mist.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sparks cascaded like hissing meteors. Dragon cries and sword howls tangled through the third level, turning shattered columns into spinning shrapnel of light and shadow.

Cyanna watched from the side, heart pounding, able only to force the creeping black energy from her meridians.

The spirit's might matched at least a Level Three Heavenly Immortal.

Its every strike was that of a seasoned butcher, aimed at Jared's vitals and his soul.

Jared fused sword intent, Five-Element force, and Time Deceleration into a single desperate dance. Yet steel barely harmed a body of pure spirit, while each gust of its breath stabbed at his consciousness.

"Boy, you cannot keep this up," the Vermilion Demon Lord rumbled inside Jared's mind. "Its core is the Demon Dragon Core—dead center of its brow. Split it!"

Jared had seen the weakness himself. He dropped his guard, inviting the spirit in; the creature took the bait and drove a hooked claw toward his exposed chest.

"Now!" Jared's eyes erupted with golden light.

Light bent as Time Law unfurled, and the claw slowed by a heartbeat's fraction. Deep within his sea of consciousness, the Golden Tome shuddered and released a flood of blistering pure positive brilliance.

"Divine soul strike—cut!" Jared roared, voice splitting the air.

Pure brilliance braided itself into an invisible golden blade. Riding the monster's talon, it drilled straight into the shimmering core that pulsed between the spirit's eyes.

"Ah!"

The cavern rang with a scream so jagged it felt carved from steel. The Demon Dragon Soul writhed beneath Jared's positive aura, holy fire chewing through the creature's smoky body like sunrise devouring shadow. Black energy ripped away from the gem embedded in its brow. The crystal flickered madly, and the once-solid specter thinned to a brittle pane of glass.

Jared growled, "While you're down, I finish you."

He thrust the Dragonslayer Sword forward, unleashing its fiercest intent.

The move—Golden Dragon Sunders the Void—flared in blinding gold and cleaved toward the phantom's neck.

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