The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6304

"Who else?" Cedric asked again.

Silence.

The kind of silence that felt like a grave had opened at the bottom of the pit.

Everyone kept their heads down.

Not one of them dared meet Cedric's eyes.

Their fists clenched so hard their joints crackled.

Their teeth ground against each other.

Still, not a single person stepped out.

Cedric gave a satisfied nod.

He walked over to the largest emberstone crystal.

He reached out and ran a hand over it, and something naked and grasping showed in his eyes.

Golden patterns flowed across the crystal's surface.

The heat passed through his palm and into his whole body, until it seemed like every pore on him had come alive and started cheering.

"Good stuff," he muttered. "The Hall Master will definitely like this."

He was just about to put the crystal into his Storage Ring when a voice came from the edge of the pit.

"Put it down."

The voice wasn't loud.

But every person there heard it, clear as day.

Every head turned toward the rim of the pit at the same time.

A young man in azure robes stepped out from behind a rock.

A sword hung at his waist.

Several cracks ran along the blade, like it had just come through a brutal fight.

His face was calm.

His eyes were cold enough to cut.

Behind him stood a woman in white, her features cool and distant, her long hair black as ink.

A faint ice-blue radiance drifted around her.

Standing there, she looked like a white lotus on a snow-covered peak, distant and untouchable.

Cedric's eyes narrowed.

"A human cultivator?" He looked Jared up and down, then let out a cold laugh. "What the hell are you supposed to be? You think you get to tell me to put it down?"

Jared didn't answer.

He started down from the edge of the pit, one step at a time, unhurried.

His footsteps rang through the dead silence of the Pyre Chasm. Every step landed like it was stamping down on everyone's chest.

The cultivators at the bottom of the pit moved aside on their own and opened a path for him.

None of them knew this young man.

But the instant he came closer, they could all tell there was something on him that put their nerves on edge.

It wasn't pressure from cultivation level.

It was something deeper than that.

Like a natural predator. Like fate itself. Like some kind of existence they couldn't make sense of.

Jared walked straight up to Cedric and stopped.

There were only 3 yards between them.

Jared stood half a head shorter than Cedric, and his cultivation level was lower by an entire major realm.

And yet when he stood there, he looked like a god staring down at all living things.

In front of him, Cedric seemed as small as an ant.

"I said, put it down."

Jared's voice stayed even, but each word struck Cedric square in the chest like a hammer.

The color drained from Cedric's face.

He had felt it.

This human cultivator, who looked to be no more than Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Eight, carried a kind of power that made Cedric's throat tighten.

It wasn't suppression from cultivation level.

It was something more fundamental.

In front of this man, Cedric's holy radiance was actually trembling.

Like a rat seeing a cat. Like darkness running into light.

"You... who are you?" His voice shook.

Jared didn't answer.

He raised his right hand, and a cluster of fire gathered in his palm.

The color of the flame kept changing—crimson, orange-yellow, gold-white, deep blue, transparent. Each color carried the nascence of a different kind of flame power.

They wove together in Jared's palm, merged, and spun faster and faster until they turned into an entirely new flame, purple and gold twisted together.

Chaos-flame.

The instant it appeared, the temperature in the entire Pyre Chasm shot up several times over.

The emberstone crystals scattered across the ground started to resonate.

A low hum rolled out of them, and the light on their surfaces flared brighter.

The cultivators at the bottom of the pit backed away without thinking, one step and then another.

The heat pouring off that flame was too high.

It was so high even their protective spiritual power gave off the strained, breaking whine of something about to fail.

Cedric's pupils shrank hard.

"Heavenfire... you absorbed the quintessence of heavenfire from the Pyre Chasm?"

His voice shook. "You... you're the one who destroyed the Pyre Chasm?"

Jared did not answer.

He gave the chaos-flame in his hand a light push.

The flame stretched into a long, narrow fire snake and shot at Cedric without a sound.

The fire snake was not fast.

"No! No! Spare me! Spare me!"

Cedric dropped to his knees and begged with everything he had left.

Tears and snot ran together down his face.

What was left there had been stripped bare.

At that moment, he wasn't an Elder of the Celestial Tribunal.

He wasn't a True Immortal Realm Level Four powerhouse.

He was only an ordinary man clawing to stay alive.

Jared looked down at him.

There was no mercy in his eyes, no satisfaction either—only a quiet coldness that didn't move at all.

"I gave you a chance just now," Jared said softly. "You didn't take it."

He raised a hand, ready to end Cedric's life.

"Stop!"

A shout crashed down from the edge of the pit.

A streak of golden radiance dropped from above and landed beside Cedric.

It was a celestial cultivator, a True Immortal Realm Level Two expert—Cedric's deputy.

He held up a golden token in his hand.

The mark of the Tribunal was carved into it.

"Jared!" the cultivator shouted, his voice shaking even as he forced the words out. "If you kill Elder Gilt, the Tribunal won't let you go! The Hall Master is True Immortal Realm Level Eight! That's not someone you can afford to provoke!"

Jared glanced at him.

Then he smiled.

The smile was faint.

So faint it was almost impossible to see.

But in that moment, everyone there felt it—an icy chill shooting up from the soles of their feet straight to the crown of the skull.

"True Immortal Realm Level Eight?" Jared's voice stayed calm. "Someone I can't afford to provoke?"

He lifted a hand and struck out with his palm.

The cultivator's body jolted as if a mountain had slammed into him. He flew backward, spinning more than a dozen times through the air before crashing hard into the wall of the pit.

The impact blasted a huge crater into the pit wall.

The cultivator's body lodged there on the spot. Blood sprayed wildly from his mouth, and he blacked out where he hung.

"Anyone else?" Jared asked, sweeping his gaze across the area.

Not a single person spoke.

Every celestial cultivator had lowered their head, none of them daring to meet his eyes.

Cedric was still on his knees, shaking all over.

His right arm was completely gone.

The wound at his shoulder had been burned black, and the reek of charred flesh still hung in the air.

His face had gone paper-white, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.