The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6420

"Only five of you, and you dare break into our celestial forbidden grounds and slaughter the celestial guard-elites on duty? You have no idea how close you are to death!"

The tower-bearing elder’s gaze turned savage and cold, murderous force rising around him like a storm as his voice cracked across the ice.

"Everyone, form the Deathsnare Array! Trap those five and tear them apart alive! Take the head of the man in front and bring it back to the Anti-Demon Alliance for credit and reward. Let it stand as a warning to the rest!"

More than a thousand celestial cultivators answered as one. Their voices shook the ice plains while they moved fast, locking themselves into the great Deathsnare Array.

Holy radiance wove into a net, sealing off every path of retreat. Layer after layer closed in, meant to kill Jared and the four with him right there, leaving not a single survivor.

"The Celestial Army packed the field in dense ranks, pressing in from every side. The weight of the two Level Eight elders bore down with brutal force, but Jared’s expression did not shift by even a fraction.

His eyes stayed cold as ice."

"He did not retreat. He did not dodge.

Instead, he stepped forward on his own, his body suddenly turning into a violet streak as he shot straight into the heart of the thousand-man formation. He chose the fight head-on, using himself to break the array."

"Today, none of you will have a grave to be buried in!" Jared’s low roar rolled out wrapped in chaos-wrought spiritual power, shaking the eardrums of the celestial cultivators around him until they rang.

"The Dragonslayer Sword rose high in his hand. Violet chaos-flame burned wildly along the blade, spiritual light swelling several yards from its edge as ruinous force poured out without limit.

Then he brought the sword down, and it crashed into the crowd."

Boom!

"Heaven-shaking sword might exploded outward. A violet shockwave swept in all directions, blasting dozens of nearby celestial cultivators into the air in an instant.

Their bodies burst apart. Golden blood-mist sprayed across the sky and stained the pale frost underfoot red."

Jared tore through the army formation from end to end. His movement was unmatched in speed, and every sword move opened wide, fierce and killing.

"Every time his sword fell, several celestial cultivators died. Wherever the blade-flare passed, heads rolled, cuirasses shattered, and spiritual power collapsed.

He reaped through the enemy ranks in swaths like wheat, and no one could withstand the power of a single strike."

After breaking through to True Immortal Realm Level Three, his combat power had already surged severalfold. With the innate chaotic force naturally restraining the celestials’ saintlight nascence, that advantage only became sharper.

"The holy ward the celestial cultivators took such pride in might as well not have existed before the chaos-wrought blade-flare. It could not take even one hit.

Every defensive method they had was crushed open by force. Once he got close, death came instantly, with no room to strike back."

The two Level Eight elders could not stand by any longer. They charged in together at full speed, one from the front and one from behind, trying to pinch Jared between them, lock him down, and break the rhythm of his slaughter.

"Whelp, enough of your arrogance! We two shall suppress you!"

"Jared’s gaze cut cold. He neither dodged nor gave ground.

With a backhanded diagonal slash, chaos-wrought sword aura ripped through the air to meet them, clashing head-on against the combined force of the two elders."

"With a deafening crash, holy-light spiritual power and raging chaos-force collided and burst apart. Waves of force rolled outward, sweeping across the field.

Every celestial cultivator within several yards was torn apart by the aftershock and died on the spot."

"Pain shot through the two elders’ hands, numbing the flesh between thumb and forefinger. Their blood churned backward in their chests, and their feet slid back several steps before they could stop themselves.

The force of that single exchange left their composure cracked clean through."

Their faces all but said they could not believe what had just happened. A mere young cultivator possessed power this fierce, bearing pressure above his level as if it cost him nothing.

While Jared held the main force from the front and kept the two elders pinned down, Gwendolyn swept up into the air, her sleeves and hem whipping around her.

Her cool figure came to rest high above the battlefield, overlooking the entire fight below. Her presence carried solemn authority, displaying the rightful bearing of the Frost Deity Branch in full.

She lifted her hand without hurry and gathered power. The Frostbrand in her grip pointed straight toward the sky as the vast Frost-Deity nascence force poured out completely.

"A cold tide tore through the world without warning.

Wild wind dragged ice shards across the entire field. The temperature plunged as if it had dropped a hundred yards in a single breath, and even the void began to glaze over, faint white frost lines spreading like a frozen seal."

"""Rime a Hundred Leagues, Everwinter Blade!"" Gwendolyn called out, her voice cold and clear.

The command fell. Celestial power answered."

"A massive ice-blue blade, a hundred yards long and impossibly heavy, condensed out of thin air.

Frost energy bit down to the bone. Its pressure sank over the field like a mountain, and then it came crashing down, cleaving toward whole ranks of the celestial battle array below."

"The instant the cold blade struck earth, a hundred-mile ice domain snapped into being.

The killing frost froze everything at once—every current of spiritual power, every movement technique, every trace of living breath."

"More than a hundred celestial warriors at the front did not even get the chance to scream.

Their bodies locked solid under the absolute cold."

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