The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6033

That blaze was no ordinary fire; it was his lifetime of cultivation condensed—the Heaven-Burning Divine Flame.

Dark-gold tongues seethed, hot enough to liquefy stars; even space warped and sagged.

Wounded, he chose the most brutal answer: burn his own source, drag the enemy into the pyre.

"Whoever you are—die with me! Heaven-Burn Annihilation!"

He became a sphere of dark-gold fire wider than ten feet, rolling at Jared with world-ending weight.

Everything it passed over—formations, tiles—vaporized; the Star-Gazing Platform floor slumped into magma.

Jared’s gaze sharpened. He had not expected such iron resolve, nor this suicidal backlash.

He could not meet it head-on.

And letting the blast leak outward would trumpet the fight to every corner.

Both hands carved frantic sigils. Gray chaotic force surged and layered shield after shield before him as he sprang away.

Boom—boom—boooom!

The dark-gold sphere slammed the chaotic barrier, thunder splitting the sky. Each shattering layer swallowed chunks of the divine fire before ripping apart.

The shock punched through Jared’s chest, blood churning; he staggered back dozens of paces.

He seized the breathing space, hauled fresh chaotic force, and triggered his spatial art once more.

"Chaos Cage!"

Jared let out a low command.

Gray mist boiled off his sleeves, rushed outward, and filled the air.

Within a heartbeat the churning haze locked together, forming bars of solid-looking energy. A towering cage snapped shut around the dark-gold fireball that was Venerable Redflame.

The inner wall of the cage quivered. Needle-thin cracks flicked open and closed by the thousands.

Each crack ground against the divine fire the way millstones chew grain, shaving sparks away and swallowing them into mute grayness.

"Ah-ah-ah! Give this venerable a break!" The roar burst from the rolling fireball, raw and ragged.

Enraged, Venerable Redflame hurled himself against the bars again and again. Each collision rang along the gray lattice and made the whole construct shiver.

Yet this pocket of space belonged to Jared.

The Chaos Cage refused to splinter; fresh chaotic force flowed from the surrounding void and welded every dent before it could widen.

Heartbeats passed.

The dark-gold sphere shrank to nearly half its size, and its scalding pressure dulled like a forge cooling too fast.

Sensing the ebb, a cold gleam flashed across Jared’s eyes.

Fingers flew; seals knitted faster than thought.

He thrust one forefinger toward the cage’s heart, every muscle tight with intent.

"Return to the Void—Devour the Heavens!" His voice cut through the roar of flames, steady and merciless.

At the point his finger marked, darkness curled.

In an instant it spiraled into a cavernous vortex, a mouth wide enough to swallow mountains, its pull savage and relentless.

"No!" The single word tore out of Redflame’s core, higher and sharper than anything he had shouted before.

The remaining divine fire—alongside flesh and soul—ripped loose and rushed headlong into the vortex.

Inside that spinning maw the pieces ground together, shattered, and sifted into motes of pure fire power and scattered law fragments.

A few breaths later the vortex winked out.

Without its anchor, the Chaos Cage dissolved like fog under noon sun.

Heat still shimmered over the Star-Gazing Platform.

On the cracked tiles lay a marble-sized clump of crimson divine power and several gleaming treasures, their metal casings still sizzling in the air.

Venerable Redflame—gone, body and spirit alike erased.

Only the war-scarred silence acknowledged the fact.

Color drained from Jared’s face; opening a pocket world and casting Return to the Void back-to-back had cost him dearly.

He swept the spoils into his sleeve, then settled cross-legged, steadying breath until the surge of chaotic force leveled out.

A cold, steady confidence settled behind his eyes.

Though realm boundaries held firm, the sharp edge of his combat strength lengthened with alarming speed.

Only the strongest—and most suspicious—Venerable Celestial Metal still breathed.

Master of gold law, his strikes were a smith’s final blow: decisive, flawless, nearly impossible to parry; keen insight matched the steel in his will.

With Glacier he shared no friendship, only a silent calculation that kept swords sheathed.

Jared knew such restraint would never bend to simple bait.

So he chose a frontal path.

Open doors, open words, sharpened knives hidden beneath.

Wearing Glacier’s robes, he announced looming upheaval across the eastern region and summoned all Five Venerables to council.

Then he walked straight toward Celestial Metal Hall, pace neither rushed nor slow.

It was a plan meant to be seen—a daylight stratagem any wary mind could catch.

Celestial Metal could doubt every syllable, yet with three fellow Venerables already "agreeing," refusal would brand him guilty or afraid.

Celestial Metal Hall rose ahead, wrought from Starlight Silversteel, its surfaces pouring a cold silver glow that felt sharp enough to slice exposed skin.

Inside, Venerable Celestial Metal sat upon the central throne, posture straight, presence like a drawn blade waiting to strike.

Around thirty years of age, his face was cut from stone, sword-straight brows set above bright, steady eyes.

He wore a suit of silver-white armor, and two sheathed longswords crossed behind his shoulders.

Even standing still, the man felt like a peerless blade just drawn from its scabbard, every breath throwing off an edge that promised to pierce anything in its path.

Celestial Metal Venerable's gaze flickered the moment he saw Glacier step through the door alone; the rest of his face remained carved from marble.

"Glacier, you sent word that the eastern region faces upheaval and the Five Venerables must meet. Where are Scarlet Flame, Greenwood, and Terrabold?" His voice never wavered.

Jared kept Glacier's frosty mask in place; his eyes offered no warmth when he answered.

"They will be here shortly. I came ahead because there is a matter I must verify with you alone."