The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6302

Moonshade Realm, Council Hall.

Alaric's face looked terrible.

"The scout came back with a report. At least 30 factions have already sent people."

He handed the intelligence over to Jared. "The Celestial Tribunal, the demon Shadow Hall, the beast-race Skywolf Tribe, the human Wandering Cultivators Alliance... big factions, small factions. They all came."

Jared took the report, glanced over it, and said nothing.

"Officially, they're here to investigate why the Pyre Chasm went out. But in truth..."

Alaric ground his teeth. "They're here to snatch things. The rocks inside the Pyre Chasm were scorched by heavenfire for tens of thousands of years. They've already turned into extremely rare emberstone crystals. Those crystals hold fire-aspect spiritual power. For anyone cultivating a fire technique, they're priceless."

He pushed to his feet and started pacing across the Council Hall.

The more he walked, the faster his steps became.

"If they start searching all through the Nether Mountain Range, there's a good chance they'll find where our Moonshade Realm is hiding. And when that happens..." He left the rest unsaid, but there was nothing unclear about it.

When that happened, the celestials would be the first to come killing their way over.

The Ghost Clan's last hiding place would be erased.

The Council Hall went silent.

Lydia sat off to the side. Her face was still pale, but she was already able to get out of bed and walk around.

She watched her father's restless back and tried to speak, but the words never came together.

Gwendolyn leaned against the doorframe with her eyes closed, as if she were resting.

The Ghost Clan's survival or destruction didn't matter much to her.

What she was waiting for was Jared to speak.

Edric stood in the corner with both hands clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone white.

Jared set the intelligence down on the table and rose to his feet.

"Sovereign, don't be afraid."

Every eye in the hall turned to him.

Jared's voice was steady, so steady it almost came off cold. "As long as I'm here, nobody will lay a hand on any of you."

Alaric stopped pacing and looked at him.

That worn face held too many things at once—gratitude, doubt, and one thin strand of hope that refused to fully show itself.

"Mr. Chance, you alone..."

"I'm enough on my own."

Jared cut him off. "They didn't come here to wage war. They came to grab what they can. They're a mob with their own agendas. There's no way they'll truly join forces. As long as I show enough strength, none of them will dare make a move lightly."

He walked to the doorway and glanced up at the sky outside.

"And besides, I want to get to the bottom of what happened at the Pyre Chasm too. Those emberstone crystals... they can't end up in celestial hands."

Gwendolyn opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I'll go with you."

Jared nodded and didn't refuse.

"I'm going too." Lydia struggled to her feet, only for Alaric to press her back down.

"You're not going." Alaric's voice left no room for argument. "Your injuries still aren't healed."

"But..."

"No buts." Jared turned and looked at Lydia. "You're staying here to recover. Gwendolyn and I are enough for the Pyre Chasm."

Lydia bit down on her lip. The words had already reached the edge of her mouth, but the moment she met Jared's steady eyes, every one of them stuck in her throat.

"Then be careful." In the end, that was all she said.

Jared smiled, then turned and walked out of the Council Hall.

Gwendolyn followed right behind him.

The two of them crossed the ancient city, passed through the mountain gate, and disappeared into the black fog.

Lydia stood at the entrance of the Council Hall and watched their backs fade away. Something thick and hard to name rose inside her.

She wanted to go.

But she knew that if she went now, she would only slow them down.

"Lydia." Alaric walked over and lightly patted her shoulder. "He's right. What you need now is to heal."

Lydia nodded and said nothing.

She turned, walked back into the stone hall, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes.

But once she closed her eyes, all that filled her head was Jared.

His back as he cut straight through the Sea of Flame.

The pounding in his chest when he carried her out of it on his back.

The side of his face at the city gate when he said, "I promised you."

The crowd surged at once, voices piling on top of each other.

Cedric Gilt's face turned uglier by the second.

He might have been a True Immortal Realm Level Four, but there were at least dozens of other Level Four experts standing here.

There was no way he could press down the entire crowd by himself.

He ground his teeth, then stepped back into the celestials' camp.

"Fine. Then we do it by strength."

"But don't forget this. The Hall Master of our Celestial Tribunal is True Immortal Realm Level Eight. Whatever you manage to snatch here, whether you can carry it home at all... that's another question."

That landed, and faces around the pit changed on the spot.

True Immortal Realm Level Eight.

That stood at the very top of the Fifteenth Firmament's fighting power.

Even if everyone present joined forces, they still would not have been enough for the Tribunal Venerable alone.

After a short stretch of silence, an old man from the Wandering Cultivators Alliance stepped out.

"Elder Gilt, that isn't right."

His voice stayed level, neither yielding nor provoking.

"The Pyre Chasm belongs to everyone under heaven, not to the celestials alone. The Tribunal Venerable may be powerful, but he can't very well make an enemy of the whole world, can he?"

"Exactly! The whole world!"

"Our Wandering Cultivators Alliance may be small, but we're not pushovers!"

Cedric Gilt's face darkened even more.

He knew he'd pushed the wrong way.

A threat could work, but not one this naked. Push too hard, and all it did was turn the whole crowd against him.

"That wasn't what I meant."

He eased his tone.

"I'm only reminding everyone that, in the end, what happens at the Pyre Chasm still has to be led by our Celestial Tribunal. Everyone takes what they need, nobody crosses the line, and we all walk away in peace. Wouldn't that be better?"

No one answered him.

But the tension in the air had clearly eased a little.