The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5727

Jared nodded, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Excellent. My sweep through the Ninefold Heaven to gather those materials was not in vain."

Before the last syllable faded, Jared's storage ring pulsed. A blur of silver darted out—the little celestial devourer—chirping with eagerness. At the sight of the Vermilion Demon Lord, the tiny beast scrambled forward and licked the demon lord's palms, tail quivering.

Vermilion Demon Lord knelt, roughened fingers stroking the creature's soft fur while guilt clouded his gaze. His former mount, an elder devourer, had fallen in battle, yet in its final heartbeat had left behind a single egg.

Now, its hatchling nuzzled against him, already recognizing its master. The circle—loss giving birth to hope—closed silently around them.

"Now that my strength is restored," the Vermilion Demon Lord said quietly, "let us end our grudge with the Myriad Arts Sect."

Jared blinked, surprised. He had never expected the once-ruthless demon lord to speak of mercy.

A playful smile tugged at Jared's mouth. "Mercy? That doesn't sound like the Vermilion Demon Lord I know."

Vermilion Demon Lord rolled his eyes. "Blame yourself—I've spent too long in your company, and your contagion is clearly spreading."

Laughter burst from them at the same instant—two voices, one bright, one dark, rolling together through the broken sky until even the shattered stones seemed to tremble at their shared, unrestrained joy.

"Coall, pull the troops back—now."

Jared's voice cut through the din like a blade, steady and unquestionable, the single syllable carrying the weight of thunder across the battlefield.

At that command, the entire Draconian army wheeled as one living torrent of bronze-scaled muscle and burning eyes, streaming after Jared as he lifted into the darkening sky.

The Myriad Arts Sect survived the clash with little true damage—only the sting of wounded pride echoed through its shattered courtyards and smoking parapets.

"Need me to hunt down that Soul Devourer for you?"

The Vermilion Demon Lord's tone was almost casual, yet embers of battlelust still flickered behind his crimson pupils.

He posed the question once the two of them had left the sect's ruined gates, the distant roar of retreat fading into the hush of broken stone.

"No. Right now, I feel absurdly unstoppable. Go find your little beloved instead." Jared's reply came with a light, almost teasing smile, as if impossible strength were nothing more than a pleasant secret he had just discovered.

That smile lingered on his lips—soft, knowing, impossible to decipher.

He understood all too well how the Vermilion Demon Lord's heart still circled the thought of Selene like a lonely planet refusing to abandon its dying sun.

The Vermilion Demon Lord's answering grin twisted into a rueful curve, half warmth, half pain.

"If you truly have no need of me, I'll keep watch over Leenie's crystal coffin. I'll find a way—whatever it takes—to breathe life back into her. Stay alive, Jared. Should the Ninefold Heaven ever demand my strength, send word and I'll be there."

With one last reluctant glance, the scarlet figure dissolved into motes of ember-red light and vanished beyond the horizon's veil.

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