The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6493

"Morgana wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Then she smiled."

"It was a faint smile, barely there, but it carried a stubborn edge cold enough to crawl under the skin. ""Even if I cannot stop you, I will still stand here. This sovereign told you before—Beastmoor Ridge is not a place for you celestials to run wild.

""Today, unless you step over this sovereign's corpse, do not even think about passing."""

Venerable Starwick's fists tightened until the veins stood out across the backs of his hands.

"He wanted to kill Morgana.

But he could not."

At least, not right now.

"Morgana's cultivation was beneath his, but this was the Greywild Mountains, not far from Beastmoor Ridge.

Here, she could borrow strength from the wards of Beastmoor Ridge. In a short fight, he could not kill her."

"And if Morgana died, the beast race would answer with everything they had.

When that happened, Pole Star Hall's position in the northern region would only become harder to hold."

He drew in a deep breath and forced the heat down in his chest. When he spoke, his voice came out low. "Withdraw."

"The four Golden Immortal elders froze for a beat.

But one look at the Hall Master's face cut off every question they might have asked. They hurriedly put away their arms and retreated behind him.

Five streaks of golden radiance tore across the sky and vanished beyond the horizon."

"Morgana stood in the void and watched them leave.

Only after they were gone did she let out a long breath."

"Her face had gone pale.

Not a trace of color remained on her lips, and cold sweat slid from her forehead down her cheek."

"That palm strike had wounded her badly enough.

More than half of the spiritual power inside her had been drained away with it."

"But she could not fall.

She still had to go back. She still had to watch Jared rebuild his body. She still had to lead the beast race and keep resisting the celestials."

She turned and flew toward Beastmoor Ridge.

"Master Wellspring staggered through the air into Beastmoor Ridge.

He passed through layer after layer of dense fog, crossed one ward after another, and at last made it back to Thornwild Palace."

"Morgana had returned one step ahead of him.

She was already waiting in the side hall."

"Her face was still pale, and her breath remained thin.

Even so, her gaze had not shifted."

"She sat on the sunstone couch with a cup of spirit tea in her hand.

The tea had already gone cold, but she had not taken a sip. She only sat there, quietly looking out the window."

"Master Wellspring entered the side hall.

His knees gave out, and he dropped to the floor. ""Your Majesty, thank you for saving my life. Without you, the Aureate Heir and I would both have been finished."""

"Master Wellspring did not fear death.

But Jared's soul was still in his arms. If Venerable Starwick had taken it too, then Master Wellspring would have become a sinner—a sinner before the entire Aureate Way."

"Morgana set down the teacup and shook her head. ""Get up. This sovereign stepped in to help you of my own accord.

""I did not do it for you. I did it for that man Jared. No matter how one looks at it, he carries the bloodline of the Nightfox royal line in his body."""

"Master Wellspring rose to his feet and looked at Morgana, his eyes rimmed red. ""Your Majesty, the warden of the Primordial Sanctuary has too high a cultivation level. I could not defeat him.

""The Genesis Dew... I could not obtain it."""

Morgana fell quiet for a moment. "What cultivation level was that warden?"

"Peak Golden Immortal Level Three. But I do not know whether that was his true peak cultivation."

Master Wellspring's voice sank lower with every word. "And... and he is also..."

"Also what?" Morgana asked.

"""He is also the Patriarch of Wellspring Order. I do not know why he became a sanctuary warden, I do not know how he survived until now, and I do not know why his cultivation is only peak Golden Immortal Level Three.""

Master Wellspring knew nothing at all about this Ancestor of his."

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