The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6441

"Chief Greenwood led from the front, the heartwood staff gripped in his hand as he charged first into the battlefield.

Thousands upon thousands of vines burst up through the earth, coiling hard around the celestial cultivators rushing in and crushing them in place.

The blood fight truly began."

"Marshal Stone saw it and let out a cold snort.

His mouth curled as if the whole stand was beneath him. Then he raised his hand and drove out a single punch with a force that shook the field."

"Aurelian Deathless fist-force turned into a dark-gold pillar.

It rolled forward with brute force, tearing the sky full of vines to pieces in an instant. Its remaining power did not weaken at all before it slammed hard into Chief Greenwood's chest."

"Chief Greenwood was thrown back more than ten steps.

Pain exploded through his chest. His blood and qi churned violently, and a mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.

Cracks raced across the heartwood staff, and its spiritual light dimmed by a full measure."

"Wood-aspected spiritual power was innately suppressed by Aurelian saintlight.

His cultivation was high, but against Marshal Stone at the peak of his power, he simply had no strength with which to contend."

"Still, he clenched his teeth and held himself up.

He did not retreat even half a step. He turned back into the fight, staking his life on guarding his people."

"Marshal Grey swept in from the flank.

With a lift of his hand, he laid down the layered Sundering Maze, cutting the Sylvan remnants apart with brutal precision so each pocket could be surrounded, killed, and broken one by one."

"The Sylvan array masters fought with their lives on the line.

But before Marshal Grey, a true master of the array-craft, they could not withstand a single exchange. Their formations shattered in an instant, leaving them with no power to resist."

"The blood battle dragged on from noon until the sun sank west.

An entire day of slaughter left bodies strewn across the wild, and the mountains and rivers ran red."

"By dusk, Evershade had fallen completely into scorched ruins.

Every towering ancient tree had burned and blackened into charcoal. The clear streams had been dyed red with blood.

Grass and wood lay charred. Spiritual essence had run dry. Everywhere the eye could reach was wounded ground, with not even half a trace of the old life left."

"Chief Greenwood was drenched in blood from head to toe, his body covered in wounds.

The heartwood staff had snapped beyond repair. He knelt on one knee in the dirt, his breath thin, his spiritual power exhausted."

"At his side, fewer than a hundred broken soldiers remained.

Every one of them carried wounds. Some had severed arms, some had blinded eyes, and all of them looked ready to collapse.

Yet they still held themselves upright and refused to surrender."

"Marshal Stone walked forward slowly and looked down at them from above, the front of his fist stained with the blood of the Sylvan Kin.

His voice carried the chill of iron. ""Lay down your arms and bow your heads in surrender, and the remaining clansmen may be spared. Keep resisting from your last corner, and today will be the day the Sylvan Kin is wiped out. Not even a chicken or dog will be left alive."""

"Chief Greenwood slowly lifted his head.

Blood marked the corner of his mouth, but he let out a cold laugh, his spine still straight. ""In ancient times, our ancestors bent the knee and surrendered. That was how they were enslaved by the human race for thousands of years and made to endure every humiliation and torment."""

"""Today, Greenwood stands here. I will never repeat that mistake, and I will never let the descendants of the Sylvan Kin become slaves again.

""If you want the Sylvan Kin destroyed, then step over my corpse first!"""

"Marshal Stone's brows drew tight.

He said no more. His raised hand began to gather power, ready to strike out with a fatal punch and end the Clan Chief's life."

"Stop."

"Alaric Wycliffe stepped forward slowly and lifted a hand to stop him.

His gaze swept over the gravely wounded Chief Greenwood as if looking at something already beneath his notice, and the life he offered wore the shape of mercy. ""I will give you one last chance."""

"""The whole Sylvan Kin submits to the celestials. Hand over every spirit vein, every arcane art, and every resource, and serve the celestials for generations as vassals and slaves.

""Do that, and I will spare your entire clan from death. How does that sound?"""

"Vassals? Slaves? That is only another way to enslave my people!" Chief Greenwood's voice had been scraped raw, but every word struck like metal. "The children of the Sylvan Kin would rather bathe in blood and die than bend the knee and become slaves!"

"He surged to his feet and squeezed out every last strand of nascence-wrought spiritual power.

A green-blue wooden sword condensed in his hand. With all the strength he had left, he drove the blade straight toward Alaric Wycliffe's heart, choosing death without turning back."

"Alaric Wycliffe did not move at all.

The look on his face did not shift, as if the strike was not worth the flicker of an eyelid."

"In midair, a cold silver gleam flashed past.

Venerable Frostgrave struck from afar. Frost energy broke through flesh and instantly pierced Chief Greenwood's chest."

"Blood sprayed out.

Frost energy sealed his whole body in ice, and Chief Greenwood's body rapidly froze into an ice sculpture.

He remained standing where he was, spine unbowed."

"The next second, the ice sculpture shattered with a crash.

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