The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6418

"Jared stepped across the void underfoot, his body flashing aside like lightning.

At the last possible instant, he slipped clear with a sharp sideways shift. The giant claw slammed into the ground and blasted out an ice pit several yards deep, sending shards of ice and broken stone spraying in every direction. The raw force of it left no room for doubt."

"At the same time, Alaric rushed in from the left.

His lifebound frost-blade carried a biting sheen as it stabbed with precision into a weak ice seam beneath the beast's ribs, breaking through the ice and wounding the channels beneath."

"Elara's wrist snapped through a blur of motion.

The long frostwhip lashed out and coiled around the beast's thick hind leg, binding it tight, dragging against its movement, and cutting off its room to reposition."

"Cedric gathered his focus and drove his power into form.

A sharp frostlance condensed from all the spiritual power in his body, then shot straight for the vital point of the beast's eye, attacking the dead angle no ordinary strike could reach."

"Gwendolyn stood on the higher ground behind them, her hands forming seals at speed.

Across the air, ice-blue Hallowbind Needles burst out as densely as rain. Each one locked onto the major spiritual power points across the beast's body, sealing the flow of its power in ice and slowing both its movements and its footwork."

"The five companions moved with seamless understanding.

Their offense and defense fell into order: one controlled while another attacked, one struck from range while another pressed in close. Their tactics left nothing unused."

"Jared held the front, clashing head-on and dragging the beast's attention onto himself.

The other four attacked from the flanks, restrained it, and controlled the field, never giving the beast even half a breath to turn the fight back on them."

"Chaos-flame restrained the frost-nascence.

Frost spiritual power broke ice and defenses exactly where it needed to. The five of them filled the gaps in one another's strength, grinding through the battle for a full half an hour without stopping for even a moment."

"The frost-beast roared again and again.

Cracks spread wider across its ice body, its spiritual power drained away step by step, and its battle strength kept sliding lower."

"At last, with a thunderous crash, the massive ice body shattered apart.

It broke into countless fragments, became a storm of tiny ice crystals, and scattered through the Ice Soul's void-realm until nothing of the beast remained."

"Jared slid his sword back into its sheath.

His breathing shifted slightly, and his face had gone a little pale. The nonstop, high-intensity battle had taken a real toll, but the light in his eyes still held sharp and bright as he spoke in a low voice."

"Rest for a moment. Then we enter the final trial."

"The final trial was the Trial of Frostblood, the ancestral seat's final ordeal.

Above its doorway, four iron-law words had been carved deep into the lintel: ""Blood Alone May Pass."""

"Anyone without pure orthodox Frost-Deity blood would be shut out by the trial's invisible barrier.

Even if their cultivation could reach the heavens, they would still be forced to remain outside, unable to step even half a pace in."

"Jared, Alaric, Elara, and Cedric were all cut off outside the Trial of Frostblood.

Not one of them could move forward by even the smallest measure."

"""Wait here without worry. I'll go in and retrieve the heirloom blade."" Gwendolyn gave them a nod, drew in a steady breath, and stepped forward alone.

Without a ripple in her pace, she entered the heart-sanctum of the Trial of Frostblood."

"Inside the trial, an ancient and magnificent icebound hall stood in silence.

Dense frost energy filled the hall, carrying a long-buried ancient presence and a solemn pressure that settled over everything."

"Above the void at the very center of the icebound hall floated two dazzling clusters of ice-blue nascence radiance.

They shone with a brilliant glow, and the spiritual essence rolling off them pressed against the air."

"Inside the radiance on the left rested a complete, flawless set of ancient Frostwrought Panoply.

Ancient ice-path sigils were carved across its plates, and a bitter cold that had not gone out in ten thousand ages flowed over it. It carried three heaven-defying effects at once: protection, amplification, and Ice Seal."

"Inside the radiance on the right stood a long, slender ice-blue sword.

Its blade was clear as crystal and unmatched in sharpness. In its hilt was set a fist-sized lifebound frost-crystal, deep with accumulated power. This was the heirloom blade itself—the Frostbrand."

"Gwendolyn walked forward slowly.

She raised her hand and lightly touched the Frostwrought Panoply."

"The panoply awakened at once.

It turned into a stream of ice-blue light and flowed into her limbs, bones, meridians, and spirit well."

"A vast surge of ancient Frost-Deity might swept through her entire body.

It washed through her foundation, repaired what lay beneath, and drove her cultivation higher."

"The aura around her climbed in sharp stages.

In a single breath, she broke through from True Immortal Realm Level Eight, forced past the bottleneck, and reached True Immortal Realm Level Nine. Her foundation held firm, while the depth of her reserves rose by a massive margin."

"Then she lifted her hand again.

This time, she closed her grip steadily around the Frostbrand's hilt."

"The sacred sword trembled as its spirit stirred.

A clear sword-cry rang through the icebound hall, bright and resonant, like a blade greeting the master it had been waiting for."

"The lifebound frost-crystal set into the sword hilt flared wide open.

In the same instant, the Frost Deity Branch's complete inheritance-stream, vast enough to drown thought itself, poured straight into the deepest reaches of Gwendolyn's mind."

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