The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6312

After leaving the Shade Abyss, Jared and Gwendolyn didn't return to the Moonshade Realm.

They flew straight for Thunderpeak instead.

Thunderpeak lay in the southeastern reaches of the Nether Mountain Range, about a day's journey from the Shade Abyss.

Jared worked through the timing.

Today was the thirteenth. Magnus Storme wouldn't go to Thunderpeak until the fifteenth.

That left them two full days to get there first and make their preparations.

"How are you planning to kill him?" Gwendolyn asked.

Jared considered it for a moment. "Malachy said Magnus Storme cultivates a lightning discipline. On the fifteenth of every month, he goes to Thunderpeak to absorb the power of heavenbolt."

"You're planning to use thunder arts against him?" Gwendolyn froze for a beat.

Jared nodded.

Gwendolyn glanced at him, caught off guard. "You know thunder arts too?"

"A little."

Jared smiled. "Back in the Ethereal Realm, I ate a stormfruit. That left lightning nascence inside me. I also know a set of Thunderclap Palm, but I haven't used it in a long time."

Gwendolyn went quiet for a moment.

Then the corner of her mouth lifted a little.

"How many things do you even know?"

Jared only smiled and said nothing.

The two of them picked up speed and flew straight toward Thunderpeak.

Thunderpeak was a lone mountain, towering into the clouds, wrapped in lightning all year round.

Legend said that in ancient times, a mighty thunder cultivator had died there.

The lightning power he left behind had lingered over that mountain for tens of thousands of years without ever fading.

Above the mountain summit, black clouds packed the sky.

Purple lightning twisted through them like countless giant dragons in a frenzy.

Every moment, bolts crashed down and blasted the rocks black, splitting them apart.

An ordinary cultivator couldn't even think about getting close. Even from 100 miles away, they could still feel that crushing thunder pressure.

Any cultivator below the True Immortal Realm who took even one heavenbolt head-on would be lucky to escape with severe injuries.

If luck ran out, body and soul were both wiped away.

Jared and Gwendolyn landed on the low hill 100 miles from Thunderpeak.

"Wait here," Jared said.

"You're going up there alone?"

"The lightning on Thunderpeak can hurt you," Jared said, looking at her. "The Frost God's power doesn't counter lightning. If you go up, it'll only be more dangerous. I can handle it alone."

Gwendolyn stayed quiet for a moment, then nodded.

"Be careful."

Jared smiled, turned, and flew toward Thunderpeak.

The closer he got to Thunderpeak, the denser the lightning became.

Purple lightning slashed down through the clouds, ripping the air apart with blasts of thunder that hit like the sky was breaking open.

Chaotic force moved across Jared's skin in steady currents.

A violet radiance wrapped around him and sealed the lightning outside.

Those heavenbolts were strong enough to blast True Immortal Realm cultivators into ash.

In front of him, they couldn't even brush the edge of his robe.

He dropped onto the mountainside halfway up Thunderpeak, found a hidden cave, and sat down cross-legged inside.

There were still two days left until the fifteenth.

He meant to use those two days well.

He needed to recall the method behind Thunderclap Palm and wake the lightning nascence in his body again.

He closed his eyes and sank his spirit sense inward.

Inside the spirit well, the vortex of chaotic force turned slowly.

At the edge of that vortex, a cluster of purple light hovered.

Then Jared's spirit sense entered a vast cosmic river of stars.

Some of the stars there were dim. Some burned bright.

Every one of them was one of Jared's Origin Stars.

One of them shimmered with flickering light.

That was the Storm Star, Jared's lightning nascence Origin Star.

It had been asleep all this time, and he hadn't used it in ages.

Jared sent a thread of spirit sense into the Storm Star.

The instant it entered, it was as if he had stepped into an ocean of lightning.

The second form: Storms Across the High Heavens.

Both palms shot out together. In front of him, lightning force condensed into countless lightning spears, then fired in every direction.

Where the spears passed, the air tore apart, mountain stone shattered, and even the lightning overhead was blasted clear from a whole section of sky.

The third form: Heavenbolt's End of Days.

He pressed his hands together and pulled all the lightning nascence and chaotic force inside him into his palms.

Then he slowly spread his hands apart.

A ball of purple light appeared between his palms. Lightning flashed inside it, carrying enough force to wipe out an entire city.

He pushed the sphere toward the sky.

It flew into the clouds and exploded with a thunderous burst.

All the lightning across the sky was swallowed into it and turned into a massive purple vortex. It spun for several breaths before it gradually faded away.

Jared drew his palm back and let out a long breath.

There wasn't a drop of sweat on him, but the lightning nascence inside his body had already been awakened completely.

He could tell his control over lightning had climbed to an entirely new height.

"That should do it," he murmured.

Then he returned to the cave and kept waiting.

On Thunderpeak, the lightning was denser than usual.

Every month, on the fifteenth, the power of the heavenbolt on Thunderpeak reached its peak. It was the best time to cultivate thunder arts.

Every month, Magnus Storme came to Thunderpeak on that day to absorb the power of the heavenbolt and temper his own thunder arts.

Jared stood on the mountain summit and watched the distant sky.

He waited.

After about 2 hours, more than a dozen golden motes appeared in the distance.

They drew closer and closer, growing larger as they came, until they turned into more than a dozen celestial cultivators in golden robes.

Their cultivation levels ranged from True Immortal Realm Level Two to the fourth tier. Tribunal tokens hung at their waists, and they came on strong.

At the very front was a tall middle-aged man, broad-backed and thick-waisted, with a hard face, heavy brows, wide eyes, and a head of short hair standing straight up like steel needles.

Golden lightning curled around him with constant crackling, and the air carried a scorched smell.

His cultivation level—True Immortal Realm Level Seven.

Magnus Storme.