The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5853

"Then there’s nothing more to say." Chen Ping slowly drew the Slaying Dragon Sword. "Today, I claim the Blood Lotus. Stand in my way... and die."

"Arrogant!" Man Shan bellowed, launching the first strike.

He stepped forward; the ice beneath his feet cracked. Yet the massive man moved as fast as lightning, covering fifty meters in an instant. His ice-crystal axe descended like a mountain-splitting strike!

The blow was simple yet brutal, infused with terrifying force principles. Before the axe even landed, the ice under Jared’s feet caved into a massive pit, and the surrounding air screamed under the pressure.

"Sir, watch out!" Clara cried.

Chen Ping couldn’t take the blow head-on. With a flash of movement, he used the Dragon-Stepping technique to narrowly dodge sideways.

The axe hit the ice, sending a hundred-meter-long fissure spreading instantly. The shockwave forced Chen Ping to stagger back several steps, blood and qi surging.

"Quick on your feet," Man Shan sneered. He swung the axe horizontally, carving a crescent of ice-blue energy, cutting off all Chen Ping’s retreat.

At the same time, Xuan Ming moved. He didn’t advance physically, but his hands darted from his sleeves, fingers moving like playing a deadly piano.

Each finger flicked out a nearly invisible ice-blue thread. They weren’t solid, but condensed from the pinnacle of ice-law principles, designed to bypass defenses and attack the soul and meridians.

"Netherfrost Threads!" Clara’s face turned pale. "They target soul and meridians—one hit and it’s fatal! Sir, dodge!"

Chen Ping sensed the lethal threat. He weaved around Man Shan’s axe while slashing chaotic sword energy from his sword, trying to sever the threads.

But the threads were strange and resilient. The chaotic sword energy barely warped them; it could not cut them. Worse, a few threads slipped through, aiming straight for Chen Ping.

Heart racing, he unleashed his chaotic celestial energy as a shield. A glint of golden light from his brow burst forth, releasing a trace of dragon aura, barely deflecting the threads. Still, one grazed his arm. Cold shot through his meridians, numbing the limb and slowing the flow of immortal power.

In a single exchange, Clara and Vermilion were both wounded, their efforts to distract the enemies almost nullified.

Jared felt the weight of their failure settle squarely on his shoulders; the space around him seemed to shrink beneath the twin murderous auras.

"Kid, lasting this long against the two of us is achievement enough," Montar bellowed, laughter rolling like thunder across the field. "But here is where your story stops! Mountain-God Cleaver—Earth-Split!"

He raised the axe above his head with both hands. Ice-blue light erupted along its blade, and the very ground trembled beneath the gathering power. This single swing would be several times stronger than anything he had unleashed before.

Can't meet that head-on.

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