The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5940

On the fourth day, at noon, thirty thousand miles east of Malevolent Path Hall's headquarters, the fog-shrouded Dead Silence Swamp suddenly shook.

Boom!

Muck erupted skyward, unveiling a palace complex so vast it blotted out the sun—jet-black roofs hung with pallid skulls, walls crawling with twisted runes that exuded arctic dread.

From its heart, nine columns of ink-dark demonic aura coiled upward, knitting into nine snarling demon heads that roared in silence at the scarred sky.

Every cultivator across level twelve felt that monstrous pulse shiver through their souls.

"I-Isn't that Ninefold Nether Demonic Aura?"

In Myriad Beast Valley, Blaine sprang from his throne; the three heads of his Flame Lion growled in unison. "Could it be..." he breathed, words smothered by the beast's rumble.

On the Sword Duel Platform of Heavenly Sword Pavilion, Oswald's iron blade quivered in his grasp. He stared east, sword light blazing in his eyes. "It's the Ninefold Nether Palace... Those fiends are still alive?"

Inside the Five-Element Grand Hall, Aurelian's face leached of color. "Ninefold Nether Palace... That demon sect vanished without a trace ten millennia ago. Have they finally broken seclusion?"

For every old cultivator who remembered the name, a tidal wave of dread rose unchecked.

Once, the Ninefold Nether Palace reigned as unchallenged sovereign of demon-kind throughout level twelve.

Its leader, Morven Bloodshade, also known as Netherlord Bloodshade, had stood at Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Three. Three Ghost Kings served beneath him, each High Immortal Realm Level One, and even his Nine Grand Nether Envoys were all Top Level Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Nine.

There were three thousand disciples in the palace, and even the lowest-ranked among them had reached Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Five.

Ten thousand years ago, the sect sealed its gates and vanished. Some claimed an internal strife destroyed them; others whispered they'd found a path to a higher cosmos and simply left this world behind.

Unthinkable as it seemed, the dread silhouette of the Ninefold Nether Palace—banished from living memory—rose again in that very moment, at that very place.

Its chain of obsidian halls, each vast as a fortress, shuddered, tore itself loose from ancient bedrock, and drifted upward on a tide of black mist. Then, like a leviathan changing course, the entire floating citadel pivoted and began to glide toward the distant headquarters of Malevolent Path Hall.

"D-Do they mean to swear allegiance to Malevolent Path Hall?" someone shouted.

"That old devil Morven Bloodshade is said to have less than a hundred years of life left..."

"In that case, Malevolent Path Hall's offer of eternal life must look like the one straw left for him to grasp."

"If even the Ninefold Nether Palace bows, who in level twelve can still oppose Malevolent Path Hall?"

Panic raced through the realm like a wildfire driven by dry wind.

Every faction that had been content to wait and watch suddenly found its seat too hot to remain.

"Hurry! Gather every costly tribute we possess and set out for Malevolent Path Hall at once!"

"The Ninefold Nether Palace has already surrendered, so what are we still waiting for? Do you want to stay here and die?"

"Hesitate, and someone else will steal all the credit!"

Soon, streaks of colored light slashed across the skies of level twelve, all converging on the Wailing Soul Plains.

Among them flew recluses who had hidden for thousands, even tens of thousands of years. Needless to say, they had smashed their own sealed sanctums for a single chance at unending life.

Around the outer perimeter of the Wailing Soul Plains, early defectors to Malevolent Path Hall shook with excitement, bodies literally trembling.

"It's the Ninefold Nether Palace! Look, even they have arrived!"

"We pledged our allegiance first. That makes us elders in the new order!"

"Glory to Mr. Vayne! Long live the Door of Reincarnation!"

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