The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6140

"Do I look like someone who gambles?" he asked without breaking stride.

"I, Jared, never move unless the result is already in my hand," he went on, voice level yet carrying the weight of someone used to looking down from very high ground.

"If I lacked absolute certainty, I wouldn't have promised Miss Janis revenge, and I wouldn't be leading you into Cloudhaven City just to throw lives away."

Luther thought for a beat, then shook his head hard. "No, sir. Since the day I met you, every play you've made has landed exactly where you aimed. You've never missed."

The set of his shoulders loosened a fraction after the admission.

He had long noticed Jared's habit of planning several moves ahead; if the man spoke with this much surety, some unseen arrangement had to exist.

Jared laughed, an easy sound filled with granite-hard certainty. "Then we're agreed."

He paused, still speaking with unhurried dominance, as though House Wagner and the Celestial Palace mattered about as much as dust on his sleeve.

"House Wagner is a local clan puffed up by a single True Immortal Realm Level One patriarch. They swagger because no one's reminded them of their place."

"Rowan barely scraped across that threshold. His foundation wobbles; calling him a real powerhouse flatters him."

"Most of Wagner's so-called experts hover at High Immortal Realm Level Seven or Eight. Level Nine is scarce, and none of them can stop me."

"As for the Celestial Palace Elders left in Cloudhaven, their top cultivator is still only High Immortal Realm Level Nine. Impressive—if you ignore context."

Jared let the words hang, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes. "Three days ago, outside Sky Dragon Valley, I killed three High Immortal Realm Level Nine Demon Dragons in ten breaths."

"Those beasts are the Draconians' natural nemesis—thick hides, brutal power, far above ordinary Level Nine cultivators."

"Yet not one of them lasted more than ten heartbeats."

The statement loosened the coil of tension clinging to Luther and Grace.

With Jared around, the two of them merely needed to handle cleanup.

*****

Cloudhaven City crouched beneath a drooping sky, the heavens seeming close enough to touch.

The sprawling metropolis that once gleamed with rainbow clouds and circling cranes now drowned under a lid of lead-gray gloom.

The cloud layer sagged so heavy it threatened to crush the ramparts, leaving every street steeped in a silent chill.

The battle three days ago had ended, yet its shock waves still rattled the cultivation world like distant thunder.

The Janis Family—an old house that had endured a thousand years—was erased in one night, not even a watchdog left breathing.

Rumors sprouted everywhere, wild and unchecked.

Some claimed the Janis' hid a criminal wanted by the Celestial Palace and paid the price of heaven's wrath.

Others whispered that House Wagner engineered the disaster, borrowing the Palace's blade to consume their rivals.

Still more insisted that Miss Janis, the sole Janis survivor, was only waiting to be dragged back and reduced to ash.

Voices clashed in every teahouse, and unease seeped through the populace.

One fact, however, rang clear: from this moment on, Cloudhaven answered to the Wagners.

Inside Earthfire Manor, vermilion walls blazed with crimson lanterns strung high and bright.

Flutes and strings poured from every corridor, weaving a scene of unrestrained celebration.

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