The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6030

The corner of his mouth twitched into something almost like respect. "No wonder you’re Venerable Glacier. Your eyesight really is vicious."

His voice stayed level, as though discussing the weather. "Since you’ve seen through me, there’s no point in keeping up the show."

Icy light blazed in Venerable Glacier’s eyes. "Bold wretch! Impersonating a celestial envoy and trespassing in the Divine Punishment Hall—you will have your very soul ripped out, refined into a soul crystal, and tortured forever!"

He hadn’t even finished the last syllable before he lunged. The movement was blinding, cold wind snapping across the hall.

No weapon glimmered in his grip; he simply flattened his hand and drove it forward as if swatting a fly.

In an instant the chamber plunged toward absolute zero; Jared’s breath crystallized mid-air, shards of frost crackling around his boots.

A colossal palm, pure Frost Law made solid, condensed above him. It carried the promise of freezing worlds and shattering souls as it descended.

The very air splintered; hair-thin cracks laced the frozen space like a shattered mirror.

Any ordinary Upper Immortal sixth-grade would have been erased without a trace.

Clearly, Venerable Glacier meant to end the struggle in a single blow and drag answers out of whatever was left.

Yet heat flashed in Jared’s eyes, a spark of pure battle joy.

"Perfect!" he barked.

He surged forward instead of back, both hands carving rapid, intricate sigils before his chest.

Chaotic force roared out, not to meet the ice head-on, but to whirl before him, condensing into a spinning vortex.

He growled, "Chaos Return to Origin—Spatial Genesis!"

At the vortex’s core, a pinprick of absolute darkness blinked into being.

It ballooned outward, ripping open an unsteady gash that led to raw, unknown void.

The giant ice palm crashed straight into the tear, its power shredded, scattered, then devoured by swirling chaos.

Jared’s figure flickered; he dove after it and vanished beyond the fracture.

While sliding through the rift, he poured everything into holding the torn space steady, forcing it outward until a rough sphere—maybe three hundred feet across—formed around him, a newborn Chaotic Microcosm.

Behind him came a frosty snarl. "Think you can flee? Dream on!"

The precision of the spatial art made Venerable Glacier hesitate for half a breath, then his killing intent doubled.

He blurred into an ice-blue streak, slicing through the narrowing rupture and plunging after Jared.

A muffled boom rolled through Frigid Silence Hall. The gash snapped shut, leaving only brittle cold and ragged waves of warped space.

The two combatants were gone.

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Chaotic Microcosm

Gray, murky currents of chaos churned everywhere, the border of this pocket world twisting and quaking.

Jared had carved the place as a private arena—no outside senses, no witnesses, and the ground itself eager to obey him.

The moment Venerable Glacier stepped in, his link to the Frost Law thinned, while biting streams of chaos gnawed at his protective aura.

"Parlor tricks," he sneered. "A flimsy bubble won’t hold me."

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