The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5235

The real Jared blurred behind him. The Demon Flogger coiled around Varek’s throat. “Down!” Jared snarled, yanking hard. Vertebrae popped; numb heat raced through Varek’s neck while righteous energy from the whip burrowed into his meridians like acid fire.

“Now.” Jared’s eyes flashed. He balled his left hand and slammed every ounce of strength into Varek’s spine.

Boom!

The impact rocked the hall. Varek convulsed, coughing a jet of obsidian blood.

From the side gallery Kishor nodded, admiration bright in his heavy features. Jared’s control—his timing—already eclipsed most early Earthly Immortals.

Humiliated, Varek abandoned defense. Black demonic aura erupted, cloaking him in viscous night. Only two crimson eyes burned inside the storm.

“Whelp, I’ll erase your soul!” From the fog burst a tide of onyx claws—Almighty Soul Devourer. Each talon promised to tear flesh and drag spirit screaming into oblivion.

Jared’s smile faltered. He could feel the abyssal power in those claws and knew a direct clash meant certain ruin.

Jared’s eyes flashed. “Now!” he cried, the single command echoing like a war drum. He hurled himself backward across the polished floor, breaking clear of the swirling gloom before another claw could reach him. One scratch from Varek is not worth the bragging rights. Kishor will handle the bruising—I only needed the warm-up.

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