The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5837

Jared lay on the ground as life seeped from him in slow, deliberate threads. Soul Devourer's triumphant face loomed closer, the demon's grin carved of jagged stone and sharpened hunger. From the distance came the frenzied cheers of Sheldon and the other fiends—savage roars that beat against Jared's skull like war drums—until the cold spread from his chest to his heart.

Is this how it ends—dying under an empty sky, forgotten in the dirt?

A roar of unwillingness and resentment sparked behind his ribs, burning hotter than any flame he had ever summoned.

Despair followed, a black tide threatening to drown that spark before it could breathe.

Anger surged next—red, blinding, alive—slamming against bone like a caged beast.

All those emotions tangled, combusting within him like poison set ablaze, screaming for release.

Do I still have a trump card?

The Dragonslayer Sword? It lay somewhere in the dust, as battered as its master.

The Chaotic Fire Lotus? Its embers flickered weakly, smothered by Soul Devourer's overwhelming aura.

Against a foe whose strength had all but returned to its terrible peak, those relics seemed like children's toys.

No!

There is still one more weapon!

Buried deep—beneath marrow, beneath memory—slumbered his Golden Dragon Bloodline that coiled around his chaotic essence, patient, ancient, waiting for its master's desperate call.

It was the gift his father had placed in his veins: sovereign power drawn from dragons older than mountains and storms.

That blood had saved him on level seven, then again on level nine—unrivaled miracles that bent the rules of worlds.

Yet since reaching the lofty level ten, the dragon within had slept, lulled by higher cultivation and tempted into silence by the allure of the Chaotic Origin Flame.

Now—boxed in by death, stripped of flame and strength—Jared's unyielding spirit clawed at that buried core. The dragon blood felt his summons. It stirred, then burst awake with a thunderous roar that rattled the chambers of his heart.

A roar burst from the depths of Jared's soul—a savage, ancient cry that seemed to tear through every age at once. It did not pass his lips. Instead, the sound detonated across the laws of creation themselves, shaking the very spirit of every living thing.

Then, the world cracked open. A thunder like colliding worlds rolled outward, and from Jared's heart surged a storm of blood-force so vast it felt capable of propping up heaven and flattening eternity.

That flood carried the raw scent of chaos, laced with a breath of supreme dragon's power. In an instant, it struck the Soul Chains coiled around him. The chains—unscathed even by primal true-flame—melted like frost beneath noon sun, snapping, shattering, vanishing into gray ash.

The same torrent washed over his ruined flesh. Wounds knitted, bones fused, and organs bloomed anew. Rotten muscle sloughed away, replaced by skin so smooth it gleamed like jade, faint images of dragon-scales sliding beneath its surface.

Deep inside, the unyielding wall of the Human Immortal Realm Level Nine began to splinter. A hairline crack whispered through dantian, meridians, even soul.

Another crack followed. And another. Fractures webbed everywhere, thin as spider silk yet unstoppable.

Impossible! This kid... He was spent, on the brink of collapse. How could he possibly break through now? And that bloodline... It's terrifying!

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