The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6311

Malachy looked at Jared, the corner of his mouth lifting just a little.

"Jared." His voice came out low and lazy, like a lion dozing in the afternoon sun. "I've heard your name for a long time."

Jared walked to the foot of the platform and stopped.

Then he lifted his head and looked straight at Malachy.

"Lord of Shadow Hall, I'm here to take the Reincarnation Core."

He went straight to the point.

No pleasantries. No small talk.

Malachy's smile locked for a beat. He clearly hadn't expected Jared to come at him that directly.

The demonic cultivators in the palace froze too.

They had seen countless people come to Shade Abyss to seek an audience with the Hall Master.

Some came begging for mercy. Some came to pay their respects. Some came bearing gifts. Some came to talk alliance. Not one of them had ever dared to speak like this.

He had just said, "I'm here to take the Reincarnation Core," as if the greatest treasure of the demon Shadow Hall were nothing more than a rock lying in his own rear court.

Malachy Vane went quiet for a moment.

Then he smiled.

It was a faint smile, so faint it barely showed.

But a trace of amusement flickered through his eyes.

"The Reincarnation Core is the treasured relic of our demon Shadow Hall, and you think you can just take it because you said so?"

Jared looked at him and said nothing.

Malachy Vane rose from the throne and stepped down from the high platform.

The way he moved carried an easy grace, like a stroll through his own garden.

But every step held a terrifying weight of power.

By the time he stopped in front of Jared, it seemed like the air around them had turned solid.

The pressure of a True Immortal Realm Level Seven cultivator came down like a mountain.

Jared did not give an inch.

Chaotic force surged through his body.

Violet radiance flowed over his skin and quietly dissolved that pressure away.

His face stayed still, his gaze clear, as if Malachy Vane's pressure was nothing more than a passing breeze.

Malachy Vane's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Interesting," he murmured.

He lifted a hand.

A mass of black radiance gathered in his palm.

That radiance was not demonic aura.

It was something older than that, purer than that.

Chaotic demonic aura.

Legend said the demon progenitor had cultivated this very power.

It could devour anything, corrode anything, destroy anything.

"Let me see what you're really capable of."

Malachy Vane struck out with his palm.

The strike was slow.

So slow Jared could see every line etched into his palm.

But the power packed inside that one palm was enough to flatten the mountain peak.

Jared did not dodge.

He raised his right hand and met it with a palm strike of his own.

The violet chaotic force crashed into the black chaotic demonic aura.

There was no explosion. No thunderous blast. Just one low, heavy hum.

Between their palms, the two powers twisted together.

They devoured each other. Merged into each other.

Violet radiance and black radiance coiled around each other like two giant dragons locked in a fight.

The space around them started to warp, and the air let out a sharp, tearing screech.

The demonic cultivators inside the palace blanched and stumbled back one after another.

A full-force strike from a True Immortal Realm Level Seven was enough to flatten the entire palace.

But Jared had actually stopped it.

With only Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Eight cultivation, he had actually blocked a full-force strike from a True Immortal Realm Level Seven.

Malachy Vane's eyes lit up.

"Good!" he roared, pulling his palm back.

"That's right. He's the current Deputy Hall Master of the Celestial Tribunal—Magnus Storme." Malachy gave a short nod.

Jared's eyes narrowed slightly.

Deputy Hall Master of the Celestial Tribunal. True Immortal Realm Level Seven.

The number one figure beneath the Tribunal Venerable.

He cultivated a lightning discipline, and his combat strength was terrifying. In the Fifteenth Firmament, his name carried a vicious weight.

"Kill him, and the Reincarnation Core is yours," Malachy said. "And that's not all. From this day on, Shadow Hall will be your ally. Whatever concerns you concerns me."

Jared stayed silent for a long while.

He had no intention of becoming someone else's blade.

But he needed the Reincarnation Core.

The Ghost Clan's hope rested on those three supreme treasures.

"Fine." Jared nodded once. "I agree."

Malachy smiled.

He drew a black token from his sleeve and held it out to Jared.

"This is Magnus Storme's trail. He goes to Thunderpeak on the fifteenth of every month to cultivate his thunder arts. Today is the thirteenth. Two days from now will be the fifteenth. You can wait for him at Thunderpeak."

Jared took the token and glanced at it.

"After I kill him, how do I find you?"

"You won't need to find me," Malachy said. "Once Magnus Storme is dead, word will make its way to me on its own. When that happens, I'll personally place the Reincarnation Core in your hands."

Jared gave a small nod and turned to leave.

"Wait." Malachy stopped him.

Jared halted.

"You're not worried I'll go back on my word?" Malachy asked.

"You can try."

Then he left.

Gwendolyn followed behind him.

Malachy stood atop the high platform and watched the two of them disappear into the tunnel.

He stayed there a long time without moving.

"Interesting," he murmured. "Very interesting."