The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6221

"Jared!"

Skylar's voice came out cold enough to cut flesh. Endless killing intent and venom rode every word as he said, "Today is the day you die! I'll end your life with my own hands. I'll leave you without even a burial place and drive you into utter soul-ruin!"

The moment his words fell, the hellblade in his hand came crashing down.

The blade light was black as ink, carrying a force that looked ready to tear heaven and earth apart as it hacked straight down at Jared's head.

Even the void split open under that strike, ripping into pitch-black cracks. If that blow landed cleanly, Jared would die without question.

And right at that razor-edge instant...

"Stop!"

The roar cracked across the air as Roland's figure flashed in front of Jared.

Covered in blood, he gripped his broken sword and threw himself at that heaven-splitting blade light with the very last bit of strength he had left.

Boom!

The blast hit with a deafening crash.

Golden light and black light smashed into each other in a wild surge, and Roland's body jerked like he'd been struck head-on before he was blasted away.

Blood sprayed from his mouth as he slammed hard into the city walls.

The impact punched a massive crater into the stone, and after that, he couldn't get back up.

"Roland!"

Jared's roar tore out of him, his eyes locked on Roland.

But his own body was too badly wrecked. He couldn't even force himself to stand.

"Jared!"

Vivian rushed up too and planted herself in front of Jared.

Spiritual power churned around her, and she faced Skylar without moving aside.

"I'm here too!"

Luther shot up from below with the wraithblade in hand, ghostly miasma rolling off him as he moved to cover Jared's other side.

He was already carrying heavy wounds. He knew perfectly well he wasn't Skylar's match. Even so, he didn't give a single step.

"Young Master Jared, we'll protect you!"

Evelyn and Grace rushed forward too.

They were already spent. They could barely even stay on their feet. Even so, they still forced out every last bit of strength and stepped in front of Jared.

Four people, all heavily wounded and hanging by a thread, used the last of their strength to shield Jared behind them.

With their own bodies, they formed the final line of defense.

Skylar watched the scene in front of him.

A cruel smile slowly curled at the corner of his mouth.

"A bunch of ants, and you think you can stand in my way?"

Skylar spoke with a cold kind of contempt. "You really think a few broken leftovers like you can stop me? What a joke."

He lifted a hand and gave a light wave behind him.

"Darian, take the Demon Dragons and keep these fools tied down.

I'm going to kill Jared myself. He dies under my blade."

Darian accepted the order and shouted a command.

Thousands of Demon Dragons roared at once. Their massive wings beat through the air as they dove straight down.

Roland forced himself up from the rubble with everything he had left and charged in again.

Vivian, Luther, Evelyn, Grace—every one of them threw in everything they had and crashed into the Demon Dragon host.

They were no match for it.

Every clash pushed them to the edge, and fresh wounds kept opening across their bodies.

But not one of them stepped back. Not one of them gave ground.

They held their positions with everything they had, using their lives to buy Jared a little more time.

Skylar didn't even spare them a glance.

The only person in his eyes was Jared.

He walked toward Jared one step at a time.

With each step, the demonic aura around him thickened, and the killing force coming off him burned hotter.

"Jared, do you see it?"

Skylar's voice dripped with triumph. "Your women. Your brothers. They're all throwing away their lives for you.

But what does it change? None of them can save you. Today, you die by my hand!"

Jared looked at him in silence.

Blood covered him from head to toe, and his breath had gone thin, but there wasn't a trace of fear in his eyes.

He rose slowly to his feet and tightened his grip on the Dragonslayer Sword.

Then he leveled the sword's tip at Skylar.

"You want to kill me?"

Jared's voice came out hoarse and weak, but the pride in it still wouldn't bend.

"Then come try."

Skylar let out a cold laugh.

He wasted no more words. His figure flashed, and in the next instant he was right in front of Jared, the hellblade in his hand crashing down.

Clang!

Clang!

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