The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6086

Celestial Palace.

Inside the towering main hall, Dominic stood with twelve elders, weighing how to leak news of the Golden Dragon Bloodline without leaving fingerprints.

"We must do this delicately."

Dominic lifted a jade cup, sipped celestial elixir, and spoke with unhurried calm. "Push too hard and the world grows suspicious. Better that the reclusive old monsters 'discover' it on their own, then send agents to the Lower Realm."

Elder Redflame chuckled. "Rest easy, Hall Master. Everything is arranged. In three days, at the largest underground exchange in the northern region, a damaged jade slip hinting at the Golden Dragon Secret Realm will surface 'by accident.'"

"The slip is seventy percent truth, thirty percent artifice—enough to blur every line."

Dominic nodded, pleased.

"Jared is only High Immortal Realm Level One. Even with the Golden Dragon Bloodline, he can't stir up a lasting storm.

Once Fourteenth Firmament powerhouses flood the Lower Realm, not even three heads and six arms will save him."

The white-haired elder hesitated, worry threading his voice. "Hall Master, Jared defeated Lucian and Lyria and slew a Grand Venerable. He may not be an ordinary Level One.

If he slips into the Beastfolk Army—or another void fissure—our people may find him hard to corner."

"It makes no difference."

Dominic set the jade cup aside, expression serene. "He can hide for a while, not forever. The Lower Realm is poor in resources and spirit energy; eventually he must surface. Besides…"

He paused, a cold smile bending his lips. "If he truly has courage, he may decide to walk into the Fourteenth Firmament himself."

At that, every elder froze, caught halfway between disbelief and awe.

The white-haired elder shifted his weight, eyes flicking toward the golden throne.

"Hall Master, is that what you mean…?" The question landed cautiously, as though one wrong syllable might snap the tension stretched across the chamber.

"Only a guess," Dominic replied.

His tone stayed mild, yet the stillness that followed made the jade tiles seem suddenly colder.

Dominic let the words roll out at an unhurried pace.

"That Jared paraded through level thirteen—shattering the Skyreach Path, cutting down a Grand Venerable.

A man who acts that loudly will never burrow underground for long.

Once he learns what the Golden Dragon Bloodline is worth up here, he may gamble everything."

His gaze swept the semicircle of Elders.

"Pass the word. Every branch hall in every region is to watch for unfamiliar faces, especially young humans. The instant Jared appears, report to me. No one moves on him without orders."

"Understood!"

The answer rang out as a single, echoing shout from all twelve Elders.

At that very moment, the hush fractured.

Rapid footsteps hammered the flagstones outside the main hall, drawing nearer like a drum of alarm.

A gilded celestial general stumbled across the threshold, armor clanging.

He dropped to both knees, forehead touching marble.

"Hall Master, urgent dispatch from the Sacred Mountain!" The words rushed out, half-choked with panic.

Dominic's brow tightened by a hair's breadth.

Boom!

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