The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6201

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Godric gave a slow nod. His voice came out cold as ten-thousand-year ice. "Not letting them go. Delaying it."

"Holding still for now doesn't mean we're afraid of them. It means we'll take our revenge better."

"Once we've dealt with Jared, wiped out the hidden danger of Cloudhaven City and the Sky Dragon Clan, and secured our rear, then we'll turn back and settle accounts with the Demon Dragon Lineage. By then, no one will be left to help them, and no one will be able to stop the Celestial Palace's wrath."

He turned away and looked off toward Cloudhaven City.

A golden light flickered in his eyes, and there was something in it that clung hard and did not turn back.

"That Jared carries the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, something rarely seen in this world. It's one of the greatest treasures under heaven, a divine thing countless cultivators would do anything to get their hands on."

"If I can capture him alive, rip the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline out of his body, and support it with an ancient divine elixir, then my cultivation will break past True Immortal Realm Level Two in one stroke and step into the third tier. I may even have a chance to strike at the fourth tier."

"By then, my strength will surge, the Celestial Palace will return to its peak, and when we go back to avenge ourselves on Darian and flatten the Demon Dragon Hall, it will be as easy as turning over a hand."

Those words gave every Elder a direction to face.

At the same time, they lit something up in the hearts that had just gone cold.

First kill Jared, seize the dragon blood, break through, and strengthen the Celestial Palace!

Then wipe out the Demon Dragon, avenge the blood debt, wash away the shame, and restore its name!

Godric whipped back around, his gaze sweeping over them all. His voice hit the hall hard, steady and impossible to question. "Pass down my order."

"Gather every elite in the Celestial Palace at once. Muster the army, ready the weapons, and follow me on campaign to Cloudhaven City!"

"Remember this. This battle is not for slaughtering a city, and not for exterminating a clan. There is only one goal—capture Jared alive!"

"No matter the cost, Jared must be brought back to the Celestial Palace!"

At those words, the last trace of hesitation in the assembled elders vanished completely.

They all bowed at once, faces grave, voices perfectly united as they rang through the Empyrean Hall. "Understood! Hall Master is wise!"

*****

Cloudhaven City.

This city sat tucked between mountain ranges. It was not the most prosperous place across all realms, but because the Sky Dragon Clan was here, and because Jared was here, it had become unusually steady.

On most days, sunlight poured down bright and warm. The sky stayed a clear, washed blue for miles, without a cloud in sight, and the air always felt clean.

Far off at the edge of the sky, dozens of giant dragons could often be seen circling through the air.

Under the sun, their golden scales threw back a dazzling light that was hard to look away from.

Their dragon cries carried over from the distance, clear and long, deep with weight.

That sound wrapped all of Cloudhaven City in the sense of a powerful guard standing watch.

The people in the city had long since grown used to the sight.

They only had to lift their heads to see dragons soaring overhead, and dragon cries were something they heard all the time.

Not only did they not fear it, they took pride in it instead.

With the powerful Sky Dragon Clan guarding the city, and with a figure like Jared holding the line here, Cloudhaven City had become a paradise in this age of chaos.

Safe. Peaceful. Who would dare come and attack it?

But today.

That peace, which had held for so long, was shattered completely.

An aura of destruction swept in from the far horizon.

the city walls

Roland stood with his hands behind his back, tall and straight as a pine.

He wore a long golden robe marked with dragon patterns. His face was hard and steady, his eyes bright as stars, and in ordinary times he always carried a quiet weight and authority.