The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5870

"Time to move," Jared murmured. "Staying here any longer will only invite trouble."

Together, he and Vermilion Demon Lord stripped every corpse of storage rings and useful gear, then destroyed the cavern walls until all traces of battle melted into dust. Without a backward glance, they left Darkwind Gorge and headed for Sandrock City.

What they didn't know was that shortly after they left, a lone figure in onyx robes drifted into the cave, silent as dusk.

Matty Quill had arrived.

He surveyed the wreckage—the ruined Netherworld Triple-Slaughter Array, mangled corpses, splintered stone—until the air around him felt colder than the grave.

"Impressive, Jared Chance," he rasped, voice like poison sliding over steel. "You actually managed to break the Netherworld Triple-Slaughter Array. Seems like I've underestimated you."

Crouching beside the Ghostshades' bodies, Matty traced a severed wound and frowned in shock. "This sword intent can sever Heavenly Law, huh? Wait a minute... Could this be Maxwell's legacy?"

As a high-ranking elder of Malevolent Path Hall, Matty was no stranger to the name, Maxwell Sterling.

After all, Maxwell was the sword prodigy who had once stunned all the celestials—only to be suppressed and sealed away in the end.

A cold gleam flickered in Matty's eyes. "So Jared's a successor of Maxwell... All the more reason he must not be allowed to live!"

With that, he produced a communication charm, its surface swirling with dark crimson mist, and breathed a command into it in a voice as thin as a razor's edge. "Relay my order to every branch in level eleven. Hunt down Jared Chance by any means necessary. Also, summon the elders Bennett Bloodwyn and Barnaby Bonegrave at once. They are to leave for Crimson Flame City in the Blaze Region immediately and wait for the target. I'm very sure Jared is headed toward Earthfire Pavilion!"

"Understood," a ghost-soft reply drifted back through the communication charm before the glow inside the stone went dark.

With that settled, Matty slipped the charm away, cast one final, measuring glance at the ruined cave around him, then stepped into a fold of shadow that swallowed his body like ink poured on parchment. In the next heartbeat, he was gone.

Three days had passed since the carnage in Darkwind Gorge. Jared's wounds—though brutal—had mended well enough that fresh strength now stirred beneath the newly knit skin.

After quietly sorting through the spoils stripped from Malevolent Path Hall cultivators, Jared and Vermilion Demon Lord left Sandrock City under the cover of predawn haze, their departure nothing more than two fleeting streaks of light that vanished into the open sky.

Before leaving, Jared paid one last visit to the Whisperwind House.

Guided by information Dustin had provided, he located several dossiers detailing Malevolent Path Hall strongholds scattered across the northern half of level eleven—and helped himself to every scrap of intelligence and every useful supply he could carry.

"The Blaze Region lies in the far south of level eleven—well over one million miles from here," Jared murmured, unfolding a star-specked map he had plucked from Whisperwind House. "Our route cuts through hundreds of towns of every size. According to Dustin's information, at least three of those stops hide Malevolent Path Hall outposts."

A dangerous gleam rippled behind Vermilion Demon Lord's crimson pupils. "So what you're saying—"

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