The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6328

Out of the stone hall came the captain of the guard, a celestial cultivator at True Immortal Realm Level Six.

He was a big man with a hard, square face, wrapped in golden armor etched all over with the marks of the Tribunal.

In his hand was a golden longsword. Holy radiance flowed along the blade, so bright it stabbed at the eyes.

The moment he saw beast-race warriors covering the mountains and fields, his expression changed on the spot.

"Skywolf Tribe? Hadrian Wolfhowe? Have you lost your minds? You dare lay a hand on the Tribunal's mine?"

Hadrian stood at the very front of the beast-race warriors. He leveled his war axe at the captain of the guard, and when he spoke, his voice rolled out like thunder.

"Lost my mind? I've been sick of the sight of you for a long damn time! You've been digging in my territory for thousands of years without even so much as a word! Today I'm tearing this whole mine apart!"

"You dare!" the captain of the guard shouted. "The Hall Master won't let any of you off!"

"Then let him come!"

Hadrian brought his axe down.

A blood-red arc burst from the blade and turned into a light edge 100 yards long, slashing straight at the captain of the guard.

Where it passed, the air split open.

The ground was ripped into a deep trench, and broken stone flew in every direction.

The captain of the guard grit his teeth and took it head-on. Golden holy radiance surged out of him and gathered before his body into a massive golden greatsword of light.

The greatsword of light crashed against the axe glow.

Boom!

The two forces collided and blew out a deafening roar.

The whole vale shook.

Loose rock broke free from the cliffs and slammed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

The captain of the guard was blasted back several steps. The web between thumb and forefinger split open, and blood ran down the sword hilt.

The color drained from his face.

Shock showed plain in his eyes.

"You... you're really going to make an enemy of the Tribunal?"

Hadrian gave him no answer.

The second axe was already coming down.

While the battle outside the mine turned the world upside down, Jared slipped in from the other side with Gwendolyn, Lydia, Colden, and Rowan.

They didn't go in through the front gate. Instead, Jared led them around to the far northern end of the vale and climbed down from the cliff.

The cliff on this side was steeper than anywhere else. Moss and frost coated the rock face, and every handhold looked slick enough to send a person straight down.

But chaotic force moved across Jared's skin and swallowed the presence of all five of them whole. The celestials' wards might as well not have existed in front of him.

They dropped soundlessly into the depths of the mine.

Chaos had already taken over inside the mine.

The beast race's sudden attack had caught the celestial cultivators completely off guard. Most of them had already been pulled to the front, leaving only a handful of guards in the rear.

The Ice God Bloodline cultivators who had been enslaved were all huddled inside the mine tunnels. They stared outside, curled into themselves, with no idea what was happening.

Jared walked to the nearest mine tunnel.

Its entrance was sealed with iron bars, and a heavy lock hung from them.

Jared reached out and closed his hand around the lock. Chaos-flame poured from his palm, and the lock melted through at once, drops of liquefied metal pattering onto the ground.

He shoved the iron bars open and stepped into the mine tunnel.

The tunnel was dark. Only a few oil lamps on the stone walls gave off a weak, wavering light.

The air was damp and filthy, thick with sweat, mildew, and the sharp reek of blood.

More than a dozen cultivators in tattered clothes were huddled in the corner. Black chains bound every one of them, their faces were pale, their eye sockets sunken, and their eyes held nothing but wary dread.

Some had their arms wrapped around their knees, faces buried between their legs, their bodies shaking without stop.

Some leaned against the tunnel wall with their eyes shut, lips moving soundlessly as if they were repeating something over and over.

Some curled up on the ground beneath a ragged beast hide, coughing in broken, uneven bursts.

Jared crouched down, his voice low.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here to save you."

Those people slowly lifted their heads and looked at him.

Their eyes were clouded and drained, the kind of look left behind after too much torment for too long. By now, they no longer gave their trust to just anyone.

"Save us? Who are you?"

"Jared."

The name landed in that dead-still mine tunnel like a stone dropped into stagnant water.

The reaction moved through the huddled prisoners at once, faint but unmistakable.

The Pyre Chasm. Thunderpeak. Soul Abyss.

For days now, the whole Fifteenth Firmament had been passing that name from mouth to mouth.

The mine sat far off in the middle of nowhere, but it wasn't cut off from the world.

News still found its way in.

They had heard the stories about Jared.

The human cultivator who had badly wounded a celestial elder with one punch, killed the Tribunal's Deputy Hall Master in a single move, and carved his way through Soul Abyss alone.

But hearing about him was one thing.

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