The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 35

“There is!” Jared nodded. “All I need to do is to extract the Dragon Throne's hatred and destroy the vengeful dragons.”

Walter was ecstatic to hear Jared's reply. “In that case, Mr. Chance, please go ahead!”

“Why should I help you? In your eyes, I'm nothing but a fraud,” Jared sneered.

Immediately, Walter was filled with remorse. “Mr. Chance, it was my mistake. I didn't know any better and offended you instead. I hope you won't hold it against me and are willing to save my life!” Walter pleaded sincerely.

At the same time, Tommy interceded, “Mr. Chance, Mr. Grange didn't mean to insult you. I hope you can help him as he will still be of use to us in the future.”

Tommy's intention was obvious. Walter could be instrumental in the Templar Regiment's expansion in Horington. Therefore, by helping Walter, Jared would be helping the Dragon Sect at the same time.

“Going forward, if you have any use for me, I'll be at your service.” Walter hurriedly made his stance clear.

Only then did Jared nod in agreement. “Fine, I'll help you destroy the dragons.”

With that, Jared walked up to the Dragon Throne. His hand darted out to press on one of the dragon's heads. The next moment, a strange scene unfolded. The carved dragon began to emit a faint golden hue. What followed was the sound of agonized dragon roars that rumbled on incessantly.

Meanwhile, Tommy and Walter watched on in astonishment. Illuminated by the golden light, the nine dragons began to move and rise into the sky. While their bodies emitted a black mist, they stared furiously at Jared, as if he had foiled their grand plan.

In the blink of an eye, the black mist enveloped the entire living hall, causing Tommy and Walter to have difficulty breathing.

At the same time, the century-old trees outside seemed to have sensed what was going on and began to sway violently even though there wasn't any breeze at all.

With their mouths gaping wide, both Tommy and Walter were stupefied by the sight of the giant dragons.

Walter, in particular, was already drenched in sweat. The thought of how he had been sitting on top of a group of demonic creatures every day caused him to tremble in fear.

“Hatred induced dragons, begone!”