The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6465

The great hall of Pole Star Hall

"The emberstone crystals set into the dome poured light through the entire great hall.

A golden glow moved beneath the vault, washing over the solitary figure on the black throne and coating him in a cold metallic sheen."

"Stone pillars stood in silence along both sides of the great hall.

Across their shafts, the celestial conquest reliefs shifted in and out of sight under the play of light and shadow, as if they were bearing silent witness to the weight and killing edge of this moment."

Venerable Starwick sat on the black throne, his face as dark as the sky before a storm.

"His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest.

Once. Then again. Then again.

The sound traveled through the empty great hall, dull and heavy, like the tolling of a funeral bell."

Kneeling before him were the four Golden Immortal elders—Elder Rowe, Elder Pennyworth, Elder Sunter, and Elder Leary.

"Their foreheads stayed pressed to the floor.

None of them dared lift their heads. None of them dared make a sound. Cold sweat kept breaking out across their bodies."

"The floor tiles of the great hall had been forged from meteoric frost-iron.

The cold bit deep, seeping through their knees and into their marrow, but not one of them dared move."

They had already been kneeling there for a full one hour.

"One hour earlier, they had brought back the news.

The Soul-Vault Pearl had shattered, and Jared's soul had escaped."

"The four Golden Immortal elders had chased it for three days and three nights.

They had not caught up. All they brought back was exhaustion in every limb and a gut twisted tight with what their failure meant."

"They knelt there until their knees had gone numb.

But the pain in their knees was no longer the worst of it. What clawed inside them hurt worse than the frost-iron under their bones."

"The hall doors were shut tight.

Even the watch-standing cultivators outside did not dare make the slightest sound. The whole great hall felt like an ice cellar, with only the muffled tap of Venerable Starwick's fingers on the armrest sounding again and again."

"You are telling me... the spirit escaped?"

"Venerable Starwick's voice was calm.

It was so calm that the temperature in the whole great hall seemed to drop by several degrees."

"Everyone present understood what had been pressed beneath that calm.

It was a sky-high blaze held back for one more breath, waiting to pour out."

"Elder Rowe forced himself to speak.

His voice came out hoarse, with a tremor he could not fully hold down."

"He had lived for more than ten thousand years and had fought through countless life-and-death battles.

No enemy had ever made him shrink back."

But at this moment, kneeling beneath the black throne, the thing pounding at the bottom of his chest would not be pressed down.

"Because the person seated above him was not only his Hall Master.

He was also a Level Three Golden Immortal adept, someone who could crush Elder Rowe to death with a single finger."

"Hall Master, your servant is incompetent. That soul had the Aureate Codex's protection around it, and its speed was too fast. We chased it for three days and three nights, but we could not catch up. Your servant deserves death. Please punish me, Hall Master."

His forehead struck the floor tiles hard, landing with a dull, heavy thud.

"The remaining three elders hurriedly kowtowed as well.

Their foreheads hit the ground one after another, the sounds rolling through the empty great hall like drumbeats."

"You chased it for three days and three nights and did not catch up?"

"The corner of Venerable Starwick's mouth twitched.

Slowly, he rose from the black throne."

His golden robe dragged across the floor with a soft, rasping rustle.

"He walked down the steps one at a time.

Every step seemed to land on the elders' chests."

He stopped in front of Elder Rowe and stood over him, looking down from above.

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