The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6036

He rocketed toward Jade Immortal City, wind peeling at the edges of his torn cloak.

Behind him, the pressure from the Eastern hall surged like a solid tsunami.

The Grand Venerable’s roar ripped through heaven and earth, "Thief! You will not escape!"

The law-laden sound churned his organs, but he clenched his jaw. Chaotic force roared through his meridians, bracing every bone against the crushing echo.

No turning back— facing the Grand Venerable now would equal suicide, and the clarity of that truth anchored his stride.

He measured his odds with cold precision; against a peak Level Eight Grand Venerable from the Central Region, his chance was barely a sliver.

He triggered Blazing Stride again and again.

Each flash hurled him a hundred miles farther, until the pursuing auras dwindled to faint sparks on the horizon.

Inside the Eastern hall, a golden phantom, a hundred yards tall, hung midair.

Its features blurred, yet the weight it shed made the surrounding space quake, pillars groaning under invisible hands.

The apparition was the Grand Venerable himself, projected by some secret art.

His gaze swept the ruin— Redflame Hall, Greenwood Hall, Terrabold Hall, Celestial Metal Hall— all smashed.

He paused over the scar before Frigid Silence Hall where wisps of chaotic breath still drifted.

"Glacier, Redflame, Greenwood, Terrabold, Celestial Metal…" he intoned.

The words came cold, stripped of mercy, yet a wildfire of rage licked beneath them.

"Five Venerables, dead on the same day…"

"Who? Who possessed such skill to cut down five within my hall?" he thundered.

He lifted a palm. Five shattered life-sigil fragments streaked up from the inner vaults and hovered above his hand.

The lingering thread of will within each shard pointed unwaveringly toward Jade Immortal City.

"Jade Immortal City… Jade Wuji…" His eyes flashed frost.

"Could it be him? No. Jade Wuji sits at High Immortal Realm Level Seven; he could not fell five Venerables, certainly not with that eerie gray power."

From the fragments and the battlefield ashes, he discerned a strange, annihilating ripple of energy.

"This force… unheard of. It matches none of the laws known to level thirteen. Could it be— ‘Primordial’?" he murmured.

A shiver of dread and murderous resolve crossed the phantom face.

"Whoever touches the roots of my celestial race must die."

He thrust his shadowy arm skyward. A lance of gold burst upward, breaking into countless runes that streaked to the horizons.

"By my command," the voice echoed, "all sects and powers of level thirteen will hunt the murderer at once!"

"Any who provide a lead shall receive 1 million top-grade essence crystals and a complete celestial cultivation art!"

"Any who capture or slay the culprit shall claim the title of celestial general!"

The edict split the heavens.

"Anyone who dares shelter or hide the criminal… every branch of the clan will be wiped out. Their souls will be dragged out and refined into crystals!"

Golden runes burst from the Grand Venerable’s projection and fanned across the sky like a storm of light.

His thunderous words rode those symbols and, in the blink of a breath, rolled over every layer of level thirteen.

Across level thirteen, mountains quaked, city walls rang, and every living thing felt the tremor echo through bone and soul.

*****

Jade Immortal City, Hall of Infinity, secret chamber.

Julian reached the chamber first, his robe still swirling from hurried steps.

Rania slipped in after him, worry tightening her shoulders.

Moments later, Luther’s black silhouette melted from the passageway, sealing the door so the three stood alone.

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