The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6320

Among them were ordinary cultivators at True Immortal Realm Level Two, squad captains at True Immortal Realm Level Three, deputy elders at True Immortal Realm Level Four, and even two Elders at True Immortal Realm Level Five.

They closed in and surrounded Jared on all sides.

Golden holy radiance came surging at him like a tide.

"Jared! Surrender now! The Hall Master might spare your life yet!" one Elder at True Immortal Realm Level Five shouted.

Jared glanced at him.

Then he smiled.

It was the faintest smile, so faint it was almost impossible to see.

But in that instant, every one of them caught the same chill, shooting from the soles of the feet straight up to the crown of the skull.

"Spare my life?"

Jared's voice stayed level. "You think you're worthy of that?"

He moved.

This time, he did not stay where he was and wait for them to rush him.

He charged straight into the crowd himself.

Chaos-flame burned around his body.

Violet radiance and golden flame twisted together and swallowed every trace of the holy radiance around him.

He tore through the golden sea like a violet meteor.

One punch. A celestial cultivator at True Immortal Realm Level Two flew backward.

His chest caved in. Blood sprayed from his mouth. By the time he hit the ground, there was no breath left in him.

One palm. A squad captain at True Immortal Realm Level Three had his protective holy radiance smashed apart, and his body burst open in midair into a cloud of blood.

One finger. A strand of chaos-flame punched through the head of an Elder at True Immortal Realm Level Four.

His eyes bulged wide, and even at the moment he died, he still could not believe it.

One sword strike—but he had no sword in hand.

His Dragonslayer Sword was still recovering.

But his fingers were the sword.

Chaos-flame condensed along them into a blade-flare, and everywhere that streak of light passed, celestial cultivators dropped in rows like wheat under a sickle.

One. Two. Three... Ten. Twenty. Thirty...

In less than half an hour, more than half of the hundred-plus celestial cultivators had gone down.

The ones still left finally broke.

"Run! Run now!"

"He's not human! He's a devil!"

"Help! Help!"

They spun around and fled, scrambling over each other as they rushed for the top of the gorge.

Some fell to the ground and got trampled by the people behind them.

A scream tore out once, then cut off.

Others shoved their own companions to the rear to use as shields while they clawed upward for all they were worth.

Jared did not chase them.

He stood in the middle of the corpses and watched those figures fleeing in a wrecked, ugly scramble.

There was no mercy in his eyes. No satisfaction either. Only a flat, cold stillness.

Then he turned and walked out of the gorge.

News from Soul Abyss reached the Tribunal that very same day.

The Tribunal Venerable sat on the black throne and listened to the report from below.

As it went on, his face darkened by degrees.

"What did you say? Jared broke into Soul Abyss? Killed the Frostwyrm Guardian? Killed more than a hundred of our cultivators?"

"Y-Yes, Hall Master."

The cultivator kneeling on the floor shook from head to toe, his forehead pressed hard against the ground, not daring to lift it.

"Why did he go to Soul Abyss?"

"He... he picked the soulbind herb."

The Tribunal Venerable's eyes narrowed.

Soulbind herb.

That was the main ingredient for refining the sense-gathering pill.

The old chieftain of the Skywolf Tribe had been unconscious for 300 years.

The only thing keeping him alive all this time had been the Soulkindling Flame.

Jared had taken the soulbind herb, refined it into a sense-gathering pill, brought the old chieftain back to life, and then taken the Soulkindling Flame.

The whole chain fell into place.

Alaric took the soulbind herb, and his hands were already shaking.

The small silver-white herb trembled faintly in his palm. Its pale blue flower swayed in the night wind, giving off a dim, ghostly glow.

"Th-This... this is the soulbind herb?"

Jared nodded.

"But..." Alaric's face tightened again. "Who is going to refine it? The sense-gathering pill is a Level Six elixir. It takes a Grandmaster Alchemist to make one. In the Moonshade Realm... we don't have anyone like that."

Jared was quiet for a moment.

"I will."

Every eye turned to him.

"You know pill refinement?" Lydia's eyes went wide.

"A little," Jared said. "I learned in the Ethereal Realm. It's been a long time since I last did it, but I should still remember how."

What he didn't say was that he had done more than just learn pill refinement. He also had an ancient divine cauldron in his possession—the Verdant Crucible.

The Verdant Crucible wasn't large. It was bronze from top to bottom, and every inch of it was carved with ancient runes.

Those runes weren't any known script. They belonged to something older, something more primal—the elder sacred runes.

Legend said the Verdant Crucible could refine all things under heaven. Not just pills, but weapons, alchemical substances, and even souls.

Alaric parted his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

He turned and walked into the Council Hall, then set the soulbind herb on the table.

"Mr. Chance, what supporting materials do you need? I'll go get them ready."

Jared thought it over, then listed the spirit herbs one by one. "Three stalks of redflame herb, two frostheart lotuses, one slice of amaranth cloud cap, one Golden Dragon filament, and one drop of millennial spirit milk."

Alaric wrote every item down, then turned and hurried off to prepare them.

Jared found a corner in the Council Hall and sat down cross-legged.

He reached into his Storage Ring, took out a cauldron, and set it in front of him.

It was the Verdant Crucible.

Jared looked at the crucible, and something old and tangled rose in his chest.

This crucible had followed him for years, from the mundane world to the Ethereal Realm, from the Ethereal Realm to the Ethereal Realm, and from the Ethereal Realm to the celestial realm.

He had kept it with him the whole time, yet in the celestial realm, he had never once used it.

He set the Verdant Crucible before him, then placed the soulbind herb and the supporting materials into it one by one.