The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5780

Only when the scene reeked of demonic violence did he fade back into the darkness, certain that the forged command now had a battlefield to match its words.

Jared set the last piece of evidence—a vicious-looking demonic relic once carried by the Infinite Soul Demon Sect—squarely in the middle of the blood-spattered floor. The instant his fingers left the cold metal, he dissolved into the shadows. Not a hair, not a heartbeat, remained to say he had ever stood there.

Now came the true stroke of artistry: arranging for that forged command tablet to land in the hands of the Mystic Sky Sword Sect's leaders with just enough shock to ignite their temper. Subtle hints would not do. Jared opted for spectacles.

He drew on his command of spatial energy and drifted over the sect's outer sentries the way mist slides past treetops. Alarms, patrols, even the grand array guarding the sect—none sensed the intruder as he glided straight to a meditation chamber belonging to a high-ranking inner elder.

At the threshold, he placed the counterfeit device where no eye could miss it.

One flick of his nail released a thread of frigid soul energy that perfectly mimicked the signature of Sheldon's cult.

Bzzz!

Inside, the meditating elder's eyes burst open, steel-bright. "Who dares intrude?"

He flashed to the corridor, spirit sense pouring out like liquid silver—but found only silence and the device glimmering on the threshold.

Exactly as Jared had plotted, each link of the chain now snapped into the next, and the entire scheme hurtled forward beyond any hope of reversal.

That single report was the spark that reached the powder.

Linden surged from his throne. Until that moment, his sword aura had slept, coiled. Now a forest of invisible blades roared free, slicing the air with a chorus of shrieks.

Elders flinched as stinging currents pricked their skin—proof that their leader's patience had been carved away.

The calm in Linden's eyes shattered. What remained was a storm-gray glare steeped in rage and a savage resolve that scorched like molten iron.