The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5239

“Enough chatter,” Jared said, his eyes flaring with cold contempt. “Move, unless you want to die for nothing.” “Arrogant wretch!” the captain roared, rushing forward with the rest of his men at his heels.

Kishor laughed—a deep, rolling boom that shook dust from the eaves. He met the charge head-on, vanishing and reappearing among the guards like a ghost.

His fists fell like meteors. Bone cracked. Armor buckled.

Thuds rang out in brutal staccato. Screams rose, then died, as bodies hit the flagstones.

When the last man slumped lifeless, Kishor wiped blood from his knuckles and kicked the crimson-lacquered gate wide open. “Pathetic,” he muttered. Then, louder, “Mr. Chance, Mr. Flaxseed—after you.”

The trio entered shoulder to shoulder. Every disciple who tried to stop them found the gleaming edge of the Dragonslayer Sword instead, Jared’s blade carving a silver path through flesh and scale-bound vipers alike. Poison tricks and serpent sorcery meant nothing against raw, overwhelming power. By the time they reached the grand hall, blood pooled in the torchlight, and not a single challenger still drew breath.

At the far end, Seraphina reclined upon a throne, her lips pressed into a thin, poisonous line. Flanking her stood dozens of Earthly Immortal Realm cultivators—every one summoned for this very reckoning. “Jared. Flaxseed,” she said, her voice icy. “You dare storm my sect? I should have finished you on Serpentcoil Mountain instead of showing mercy.”

“No more excuses,” Flaxseed hissed, fury blazing in his eyes. “You helped butcher my clan. Tonight, blood pays for blood.” Seraphina laughed, low and scornful. “Look around, old man. I am a fourth-tier Earthly Immortal Realm and command an army. None of you are leaving this mountain alive.”

“Is that so?” Kishor stepped forward. A torrent of power ripped from him, heavier than a falling mountain—seventh-tier Earthly Immortal Realm at its razor edge. Air trembled; lantern flames guttered. Seraphina’s warriors went pale, gasping as the weight of his aura crushed their chests.

“S-Seventh tier?” Seraphina stammered, terror widening her eyes. She had never dreamed they would bring a titan of such caliber.

“Move,” Kishor barked, springing toward the throne while the hall still quaked beneath his might, “and let’s finish this.”

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