The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6110

"You want Dragonmere's treasure?"

A sudden laugh rolled out of him.

"Then come and take it."

Before their robes could settle, he blurred, sprinting toward the thinnest segment of the encirclement.

That weak spot lay where the white-haired elder was posted.

The elder gave a cold snort and thrust out a palm, raw force billowing ahead of the strike.

Jared chose not to dodge.

He took the blow on his chest and, at the same instant, hammered a fist straight for the elder's face.

Bang!

The collision blasted Jared backward; three ribs cracked with a sickening crunch.

Yet the white-haired elder staggered several steps, and a gap yawned open in the defensive ring.

Jared wheeled and shot through that slit like lightning, breaking clear of the elders' formation.

"After him!"

Garrick barked the order, and the six elders vaulted after their quarry.

Jared poured every shred of spiritual power into his legs and raced for the mouth of the valley.

At his throat, the Binding Collar pulsed with sinister red glyphs, squeezing tighter on the flow of power inside him.

Each stride drained more of the energy coursing through his veins.

Stopping was not an option.

Hesitation meant a corpse on the road.

Beyond the ravine, thirty Janis Family guards waited in a solid battle line.

The moment Jared burst into view, they unleashed a storm of spells that came crashing down like a tidal wave.

His eyes narrowed; he clenched his jaw and drove straight into the barrage.

Boom, boom, boom!

Explosions ripped at his flesh, spraying blood and shredded robes, but he never slackened his charge.

Through sheer momentum he smashed past the outer ring, forcing a path out of their formation.

"Jared!"

Vivian's voice rang from behind, high and raw.

He didn't look back; his feet kept pounding the earth.

A figure dropped from the sky and landed in front of him, blocking the road with a single step.

Garrick.

A True Immortal Realm master had finally decided to move.

Jared skidded to a halt, chest heaving for air.

Blood coated him from scalp to boots, and wounds striped every limb.

Yet he stayed on his feet.

Garrick studied him; a brief gleam crossed the patriarch's eyes.

"Young Master Chance, you are impressive indeed. A High Immortal Realm Level Two cultivator breaking out while six Ninth Rank Elders closed in, then punching through thirty guards—skill and resolve like that, I have rarely seen."

He paused, and when he spoke again, the chill cut straight through the air:

"But this is where it ends."

He raised his palm and brought it crashing down.

That strike carried the full force of a True Immortal Realm expert.

Even before the wind of the blow arrived, Jared already felt a pressure fierce enough to tear the sky apart.

Blood thundered, bones grated, every joint straining as though the next heartbeat would grind him into pulp.

Still, he did not fall.

He forced his head up and watched the looming hand, an unbending light burning in his eyes.

The question hovered—was this really the end?

No.

He refused to let this valley become his grave.

There was far too much left undone.

Dawn waited somewhere, as did the companions who still counted on him, and more beyond that.

"Stop!"

A sharp cry split the air, and a figure darted forward to shield Jared.

Vivian.

Garrick's palm halted at the last inch, yet the leftover gust flung Vivian aside and slammed her to the ground.

"Vivian!" Garrick's shout cracked. "Have you lost your mind?"

Vivian pushed herself up, blood beading at the corner of her mouth, and stood between the two men.

"Father, you can't kill him!"

Garrick's face darkened. "Move."

"I won't!"

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