The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5901

"What?" Soulbane blurted out. Color drained from his face as the power inside his vaunted Soulbane Palm was briskly peeled apart, swallowed, and snuffed out.

He sensed, with rising horror, that the domain before him behaved like a bottomless pit, devouring every shred of energy he fed it.

Nothing he hurled inside lasted more than a breath; it was annihilation dressed as emptiness.

"Break."

Jared spoke the single syllable, then closed his fist—still as casually as one might tighten a glove before a stroll.

Crack!

The scarlet palm burst apart, dissolving into a mist of blood that was promptly consumed by the Chaotic Fire Domain, leaving no ripple behind.

Silence crashed over the arena.

Every spectator gaped, frozen between disbelief and awe.

Ignatius stood slack-jawed, mouth working soundlessly for a long, embarrassed moment.

The disciples of Earthfire Pavilion blinked, realized what had happened, and then erupted in a roar that rattled the rafters.

"Way to go, Mr. Chance!"

"You're amazing, Mr. Chance!"

The cultivators of Malevolent Path Hall traded looks, their earlier bravado drowned beneath a tide of raw, uncomprehending shock.

"How is that possible? Mr. Soulbane's Soulbane Palm shattered just like that?"

"What kind of domain is that? It swallowed the entire force of the Soulbane Palm!"

"That man... Something about him is downright eerie!"

The next second, a hush rippled across the battlefield. All three deputy leaders stared at the young man in grim, disbelieving silence.

Bonefiend narrowed his crimson-rimmed eyes. "No wonder Mr. Vayne wants him taken alive. That man's hiding a secret of immense value."

Annihilum fixed a blazing gaze on the swirling Chaotic Fire Domain that cocooned Jared. "There's something odd about this domain... Chaos fused with flame? A power attribute like that is unheard of."

Soulbane's face darkened to the color of dried blood. Moments ago, he had dismissed Jared as an ant he could crush between two fingers, yet the young man had just dismantled his signature attack in public, leaving his pride in tatters.

"Kid... You're pretty good," he uttered, every word dripping venom. "But I used only seventy percent of my strength just now. Your luck ends here."

With that, he wove a rapid flurry of seals. Soul-black aura roiled around him, and dense blood-red runes crawled across his skin like living centipedes.

"Endless Bloodsea!"

Boom!

From empty air, a tidal ocean of blood erupted, blotting out half the sky.

Within the crimson waves, thousands of twisted spirits bared fangs and shrieked, each howl sharper than steel. The sheer might, without a doubt, eclipsed his earlier Soulbane Palm many times over.

That, as it turned out, was Soulbane's infamous killing strike—the same technique he had once used to annihilate a city and turn a million lives into food for his sea of gore.

"Jared, watch out!" Ignatius warned. "That's his ultimate killing move!"

Almost immediately, hope that had just stirred inside the ranks of Earthfire Pavilion guttered beneath the shadow of the monstrous blood tide.

Jared, however, faced the oncoming cataclysm with unwavering calm.

He even managed a lazy yawn.

"That's it?"

Boom!

Hiss!

That was my strongest technique, yet it was shattered in an instant. To make things worse, it was done by a Top Level Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Two cultivator. This is ridiculous!

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