The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6343

A gorge.

Inside the Pentacarna Tower, Jared sat cross-legged, with purple chaotic force coiling around his body.

Only three days had passed in the outside world, but a full year had gone by inside the tower.

During that year, he kept his arcane arts in motion day and night, drawing spiritual power from the crystals to repair his damaged meridians and flesh.

The Golden Dragon Bloodline's ability to heal itself far surpassed that of ordinary people, but the injuries this time had been too severe.

The Tribunal Venerable's holy radiance had carried the celestials' supreme laws of the realm inside it.

Even with chaotic force suppressing it, the remnants still clung to him like rot on the bone, buried deep in his flesh.

It had taken him a full year to drive out those lingering traces bit by bit, then devour them and turn them into his own power.

He opened his eyes and lowered his head to look at his hands.

The wounds on his skin had completely closed, leaving behind only faint white marks.

The chaotic force inside him had grown denser and purer than it had been before the battle, and the vortex in his spirit spun with greater steadiness.

His cultivation of the Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Nine had fully stabilized.

Only a paper-thin barrier remained between him and the True Immortal Realm.

Jared clenched his fist.

Violet radiance flowed across his palm.

"Tribunal Venerable, next time we meet, I won't give you another chance."

He sprang out of Pentacarna Tower and landed within the vale.

The sunlight hit hard.

The air carried a sharp chill.

He drew in a deep breath.

Then he turned into a streak of violet light and flew toward the Skywolf Tribe.

Hadrian was on the training ground, working his axe.

Most of his injuries had recovered, too.

His left arm was still hanging in a sling around his neck, but he could already swing the axe.

The moment he saw Jared flying in, he lowered the war axe and strode over.

"All healed up?"

"All healed up," Jared said as he landed in front of him. "Any movement from the Tribunal Venerable's side?"

"No. The Tribunal has shut itself off from the outside. All the cultivators on patrol duty have been called back, and every ward has been activated. Our scouts can't get in, so we don't know what happened inside."

Jared's brow tightened slightly.

Shut itself off from the outside?

That wasn't the Tribunal Venerable's way.

He wasn't the kind of man who took a loss and swallowed it.

He was definitely preparing something.

"Keep watching. If anything unusual happens, tell me at once."

He turned and headed for the tent at the heart of the camp.

Lydia was waiting for him inside the tent.

When she saw him come in, she rose and looked him over from head to toe.

Only after confirming he wasn't hurt did the breath leave her.

"Better?"

"Better."

Lydia nodded and didn't ask anything else.

She walked to the map and pointed at the Tribunal's location.

"Shadow Hall and the Wandering Cultivators Alliance both sent people to ask.

They want to know when we're making our move."

Jared stood over the map and said nothing for a moment.

"Gather everyone. Tomorrow, we discuss how to wipe out the Tribunal."

Lydia's eyes sharpened at once. "Okay."

Early the next morning, Jared was inside the tent with Hadrian, Lydia, and the others, going over the plan to attack the Tribunal.

Malachy pointed at the Tribunal on the map. "The Tribunal has seven layers of wards. Every single one came down from an ancient legacy. If we force our way in, the losses will be heavy."

Windclear shook his head. "But we don't have time to break them one by one. The Tribunal Venerable is in seclusion. If he recovers, making our move gets a lot harder."

Jared didn't speak.

He kept his eyes on the map. His finger tapped lightly against the table, one beat after another, while his mind raced through the possibilities.

Then, without warning, a deafening blast thundered from outside.

It hit like the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. The whole ground shook under it.

The tent lurched hard. The map jumped off the table and slapped onto the ground. Every face in the tent changed.

"What the hell was that?" Hadrian charged outside.

Jared went right after him.

The sky had changed.

The dim, ash-colored heavens had been ripped open by a massive chasm.

It stretched thousands of yards long and hundreds of yards wide. Blinding white light poured out of it, tangled with lightning and flame, until it looked like the whole sky was on fire.

Along the edges of the chasm, shattered fragments of the chamber burst outward like a storm of glass. Every piece carried enough force to ruin whatever it touched.

Then figures started dropping out of it.

One. Two. Ten. Twenty. Thirty.

They fell out of the sky like rain, slamming straight toward the Skywolf Tribe's camp.

"Scatter!" Hadrian roared, and the beast-race warriors broke in every direction to avoid the impact.

Those falling figures smashed into the ground with brutal force. Some crashed onto the tents, some into the training ground, and some into the Wastelands outside the camp.

The ground caved in under the impacts, one crater after another blowing open as broken stone sprayed out and dust shot into the sky.

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