The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5869

At once, the remaining dozen Malevolent Path Hall disciples broke away from their skirmishes and converged on the screeching leader, planting their boots at precise, ghostly angles around him.

Each cultivator bit through his own tongue and spat scarlet blood essence across the air before flashing complex hands seals and chanting in tones that rattled the walls.

A deep, metallic hum instantly rolled outward, as though the underworld itself had just drawn breath.

A wave of murderous, carrion-cold aura erupted from their circle, foul enough to wrinkle reality.

Thirteen streams of blood essence and celestial energy swiftly wove together overhead, coalescing into a black arcane array more than ninety feet across.

Within its heart, a three-headed, six-armed wraith rose like a nightmare given form. All six eyes kindled at once, spraying six crimson lances that locked onto Jared without mercy.

"With my blood essence, I feed the spell. With my soul, I guide the fiend. Rise, darkness of the netherworld, and claim that head!"

The leader's roar scraped raw throats and stone alike. His face blanched paper-white from the blood essence he had surrendered, but the madness in his gaze burned brighter than ever.

The Netherworld Triple-Slaughter Array was one of Malevolent Path Hall's forbidden formations. It demanded at least three Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Seven cultivators at its core and ten Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Five cultivators as support, all willing to burn their own blood essences to activate it.

Once unleashed, the array's power could menace even a low-tier True Immortal Realm cultivator.

Therefore, it was clear that in their bid to kill Jared, Malevolent Path Hall had gone for the jugular, sparing no cost.

"Jared, look out!" Vermilion Demon Lord shouted anxiously, but the moment he lunged forward, the array's pressure slammed him back, step after sliding step.

That same invisible weight, too, crushed Conrad and the others flat against the stone. Each of them lay prone, pinned to the cavern floor, despair painting their faces a lifeless gray.

Dustin collapsed in a quivering heap, a dark stain spreading across his trousers. His lips quivered around a single mantra. "It's over... It's over... They even brought out the Netherworld Triple-Slaughter Array..."

Having felt the array's murderous tide batter his skin, nerves, and bones, Jared frowned ever so slightly, his pupils shrinking to slits of gold.

The force pressing against him had long since stepped beyond the Heavenly Immortal Realm, brushing the door of the True Immortal Realm itself.

If he chose simply to endure it, he would be torn apart. However, there was no retreat for him either.

The six blood-red beams lunged like venomous dragons, each wide as a man's arm. They shredded pockets of space, then thundered straight for his heart.

Where the rays passed, heat froze, stone hissed into poison mist, and the cavern floor sank into molten grooves.

There was no room left to dodge.

Jared drew a single, icy breath. Gold fire flickered behind his eyes.

If escape was impossible, he would meet the attack head-on and shatter it.

He clenched both hands around the hilt of his Dragonslayer Sword. Whatever chaotic celestial energy remained inside him erupted, the Chaotic Fire Lotus in his core spinning like a cyclone. Even the faint trace of draconic energy hidden in his veins burst awake, roaring for release.

Jared raised the blade and bellowed, "Chaos Origin—Dragon Fire Thrust!"

With a roar that shook loose dust from the ceiling, he drove the Dragonslayer Sword straight into the stone floor, steel screeching against rock.

Boom!

From the point of impact, an indescribable pulse of swirling chaos burst outward, rippling the air like heat over desert sand.

Smoky strands of chaotic celestial energy braided themselves with dark-gold draconic flames, molding into a titanic fire dragon. The beast threw back its blazing head and bellowed at the ceiling, then lunged toward the six crimson beams that slashed down from above.

The fire dragon and blood-red radiance collided in mid-air with a crack that felt like the sky breaking apart.

A rolling thunderclap followed, long and guttural, pounding through the cavern walls.

Light so bright it turned everything white seared every eye, while the blast's roar ruptured eardrums, leaving faces streaked with blood.

The shock wave barreled out like a tidal bore, scraping a fresh layer from the cavern walls and splintering the floor into jagged plates.

Vermilion Demon Lord, Conrad, and the others were flung like dolls, each slamming hard into rock before coughing out bright arcs of blood.

Dustin took the full brunt and dropped unconscious before he even hit the ground.

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