The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6248

At the foot of Saintlight Peak, the whole sky seemed to turn.

The golden warding array sealed the entire mountain peak so tightly that not a gap showed anywhere.

That radiant barrier had been reinforced by countless Celestial Basilica predecessors over tens of thousands of years, and now it was running in a frenzy.

Golden runes moved across its surface like living things, while a low buzzing hum spread through the air.

But in front of that dark figure, the barrier that looked impossible to break came off like paper.

The sight alone sent a chill through everyone watching.

Skylar stood with his hands behind his back, feet planted in the void.

His black clothes snapped hard in the wind.

He was not deliberately releasing any pressure.

Even so, the invisible weight around him made the air for a hundred miles lock up and go still.

The ground below him cracked apart without a sound.

Thin fractures spread outward from where he stood, racing in every direction.

Broken stones were lifted into the air by an unseen force, hung there for a breath, then crumbled into dust in an instant.

On Saintlight Peak, the alarm bell began to ring without stopping.

No one struck the ancient bell that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

The moment the array came under pressure, it rang on its own.

Each toll came faster than the one before, sharp and bleak, like a funeral bell calling for the dead.

The Basilica disciples had gone white.

Their whole bodies shook. Some had their legs give out and dropped to the ground. Some turned and tried to run, only to be yanked back by their companions. Others clutched their weapons with hands shaking so badly they could not even hold a sword steady.

"Wh-Who is that?"

"Demonic aura... what a terrifying demonic aura! No ordinary demonic cultivator could ever have something like this!"

"Move! Report to Hall Master at once! Activate every ward, now!"

Down at the mountain foot, Skylar acted as if he had not heard any of it.

He lifted his head and let his gaze pass calmly over the towering Saintlight Peak.

He looked at it the way someone might look over a toy too trivial to matter.

At the peak, the palace showed through the golden barrier in broken glimpses.

Its sweeping eaves, carved beams, and painted rafters had once been the holy sanctuary in the hearts of countless cultivators. In his eyes now, it was nothing more than ruins waiting to collapse.

Aurelius was in the rear court, regulating his breath, when the message reached him.

His eyes snapped open.

The color drained from his face, and in the same instant, his figure vanished from where he sat.

A moment later, he was already standing on the highest Star-Gazing Platform at the summit.

The second he saw the black-clad figure on the mountainside below, his pupils shrank hard.

Too young.

That face looked barely past twenty.

His skin was pale, his features sharp and handsome. If not for the demonic aura around him, so dense it almost looked solid, anyone could have believed he was the direct disciple of some great righteous sect.

But those eyes...

Those eyes were deep like an ancient frostpool. There was none of the heat or recklessness a young man should have had in them, only a cold distance that made the chest tighten, and a trace of weariness so faint it almost slipped past, as if nothing in this world was worth a second glance from him.

"This is... Skylar?"

Aurelius spoke under his breath.

There was a thin shake in his voice, slight enough that even he didn't catch it.

His hand closed before he noticed it.

His nails bit into his palm, and he held there, using the sting to force down what was rising in him.

He had heard plenty about how terrifying Skylar was.

From the battle at Cloudhaven City to Godric being burned to ashes in a single blaze, every one of those things had told him the same truth.

This young man was not someone he could afford to provoke.

But hearing about it was one thing.

Seeing him with his own eyes was something else entirely.

That aura, that pressure the Mountain-Guarding Grand Array couldn't even shut out, dragged his thoughts back to the legendary mighty figures of the elder age.

That was power sitting above everything else.

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