The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6032

"Central Heaven-Origin Sacred Continent… Grand Venerable…"

The half-spoken phrase drifted into the air, soft yet weighted, as though the speaker feared the very syllables might crack open a wider secret.

Jared’s gaze sharpened. Cold focus gathered behind his eyes, like a blade sliding free of its sheath, ready to cut through whatever lay ahead.

So the Eastern Region Divine Punishment Hall was only the tip of the iceberg.

That single thought settled, heavy and certain, inside his chest.

Venerable Glacier’s rank fell short; the man’s reach never touched the deepest vaults of knowledge.

Core secrets remained outside his grasp.

Jared swept the collapsing pocket of chaos with a last measuring look. Fractured space groaned. He flicked a sleeve, pulling pure divine power and scattered treasures into his ring before the realm tore apart.

He closed his eyes.

Light and shadow rippled over his skin.

Bones popped, ligaments tightened, flesh reshaped.

With every muted crack the old face dissolved, replaced by another, colder mask.

Only a few breaths later, Venerable Glacier stood where Jared had been.

The transformation ended in a hush, as though the world itself acknowledged the swap.

A dark robe trimmed in blue draped the new figure. Snow-white hair glittered like ice crystal. High Immortal Realm Level Seven pressure seeped from him, and the contempt in his eyes rang true.

Jared rolled his neck, testing the borrowed shape. The higher status felt like a heavier mantle, yet it fit him perfectly.

"Since Glacier knows so little… time to chat with the other venerables."

The words came out in Glacier’s measured, arctic monotone.

His gaze swung toward the memories of four halls: Venerable Redflame, Venerable Greenwood, Venerable Goldsteel, and Venerable Terrabold each occupied their own domain within the Eastern Region Divine Punishment Hall.

Those four shared command with Glacier, yet rumor held they competed in quiet, never forming a single iron front.

That rivalry opened the door for him to break them one at a time.

The plan was simple: wear Glacier’s face, cite urgent deliberations, lure each venerable to a secluded spot—or walk straight into their palaces—and repeat the method now perfected.

He smoothed the borrowed robe. The familiar chill of Glacier’s perpetual indifference slid over his features once more. One step carried him out of the soon-to-shatter chaos world.

Outside, inside Frigid Silence Hall, everything sat in its ordinary place, as if the earlier life-and-death struggle had never taken place.

He did not linger.

His stride angled toward the nearest target—Redflame Hall.

Venerable Redflame cultivated fire laws, quick-tempered and explosive.

Of all the venerables, he clashed most fiercely with ice-ruled Glacier, which ironically made him the least likely to suspect Glacier’s approach.

Common sense said Glacier, if plotting violence, would first rope in Greenwood or Terrabold, allies of milder temperament.

Before long, the scarlet gate of Redflame Hall came into view, its surface flowing like liquid fire.

Two god-guards steeped in flame arts stood watch.

They froze at Glacier’s arrival, then bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Venerable Glacier!"

Without so much as a glance, Jared—wearing Glacier—let a sheet of frost line his voice. "This venerable has urgent business with Redflame. Summon him."

The tone carried Glacier’s trademark chill and absolute authority.

The guards dared not delay.

One wheeled around and sprinted inside to announce the visitor.

Moments later, a thunderous, impatient roar rolled out of the hall.

"Glacier? You frozen relic—why are you here? Spit it out! I’m busy refining a newly won Earthcore Flame Crystal!"

A giant of a man—nine feet tall, red hair blazing, robe the color of molten iron—strode forth.

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