The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6389

"Enough!"

Chief Greenwood's hand snapped up.

A surge of wood-aspected spiritual power exploded out of him.

The air around them turned thick in an instant.

Countless vines tore up from the ground and wound themselves around him.

Each one gave off a razor-sharp edge.

"Human boy, you dare speak recklessly about the fate of the Sylvan Kin!"

"Even if the spirit vein truly is in danger, it still isn't the human race's place to point fingers and tell us what to do!"

His voice came out with the fury forced hard under control.

Part of it came from the humiliation of having the truth ripped open in front of him, and part of it came from the prejudice he had always carried toward the human race.

And beneath both of those sat his dread of whatever future was coming.

Off to the side, Elder Cillian saw where this was going and quickly stepped forward.

He bowed to Chief Greenwood, his tone respectful, but there was no hiding the urgency in it.

"Clan Chief, every word Master Chance spoke was true."

"Just now, beneath the Sevenwood Arch, he used the chaotic force to restore a damaged ancient tree."

"That power truly can nourish the spirit vein. And now the crisis facing the spirit vein is already at our doorstep, while the Celestial Alliance is eyeing us like a predator."

"We can't keep clinging to old prejudice and let the only chance to live slip away!" Elder Cillian said.

Chief Greenwood shot Elder Cillian a cold glance. When he spoke, there was rebuke in it.

"Cillian, do you even know what you're saying?"

"The human race has always been cunning. Back then, just to seize the Sylvan Kin's spirit herbs, they slaughtered defenseless Sylvan children without hesitation."

"Have you forgotten that blood debt already?"

"How are we supposed to trust a human? How are we supposed to hand the Sylvan Kin's life and death into an outsider's hands?"

Chief Greenwood's voice landed hard.

"Clan Chief, this junior would never dare forget that blood debt."

Jared stepped forward, still respectful, but his voice carried more weight now, more insistence.

"The ones who harmed the Sylvan Kin back then were those greedy human cultivators."

"Not all humans are like that. The Freevale Resistance, the force this junior belongs to, has always held its line."

"We have never harmed a single innocent race."

"And now we're doing everything we can to resist the Celestial Alliance's invasion."

"To protect the peace of this world. This junior knows that one promise alone isn't enough to make the Clan Chief believe me."

"But this junior is willing to swear by the chaotic force."

"If a single word I said is false, if there is even the slightest intent in me to harm the Sylvan Kin,"

"then let the chaotic force devour me in return, until I suffer utter soul-ruin and never enter reincarnation again."

The instant the last word left Jared's mouth, the chaotic force inside him surged.

Violet radiance shot straight into the sky, forming a massive pillar of flame.

It covered the entire vale.

Inside that pillar of flame was the primal aura from when the world had first begun.

It was pure. Overbearing. And there wasn't a trace of malice in it.

There was only the solemn power of an oath.

The spirit flora around them sensed that force and began to sway, leaves and branches trembling all at once.

A faint hum rose from them, as if they were bearing witness to the oath.

At last, something in Chief Greenwood's gaze shifted.

He had lived for 100 thousand years and seen oaths sworn by countless races.

But he had never seen anyone dare to swear one on chaotic force.

Chaotic force was overbearing beyond compare. The moment such an oath was broken, the backlash that followed was not something any person could endure.

He could tell Jared's oath was utterly sincere.

There was not the slightest falsehood in it, and that ruthless finality did not look feigned.

Just then, three streaks of green light flew out from the depths of the vale.

They landed behind Chief Greenwood and turned into three aged elders of the Sylvan Kin.

All three were elders of the Sylvan Kin, and every one of them stood at True Immortal Realm Level Eight.

Their auras were steady, and their faces were grave.

The one in front looked especially old, with a deeply lined face and snow-white hair.

His clouded eyes still held a sharp edge. He was the Grand Elder of the Sylvan Kin, Elder Alder.

"Clan Chief, Elder Cillian is absolutely right."

Elder Alder bowed to Chief Greenwood and spoke in a grave voice.

"We just inspected the core spirit vein of Evershade."

"It's worse than we imagined."

"The corruption in the spirit vein has already spread into the inner precincts."

"If this drags on any longer, then within a hundred years, Evershade will turn into a dead waste."

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