The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6506

Morgana and Master Wellspring carried Jared out of the secret realm!

The moment Silas and Luna saw Morgana and Master Wellspring walk out of the secret realm, they sent word to Osric.

"Chapter Master, they came out. Both of them looked in a hurry, and Master Wellspring's chest area was bulging. They must be carrying something important."

In less than half an hour, Osric personally brought his people to the Greywild Mountains.

"He had brought ten Golden Immortal Level One adepts.

With Silas and Luna added in, there were thirteen of them in all, and they closed around Morgana and Master Wellspring from every side."

"Thirteen strands of Golden Immortal aura wove together.

They pressed down like an invisible mountain, heavy enough to make the mist around them churn."

"Even the way the thirteen of them stood had been arranged with care.

Three held the front. Seven waited behind. One sealed the left, and one sealed the right, cutting off every path of retreat until the encirclement left no gap at all."

"Osric stood at the very front in a black robe.

A smile hung at the corner of his mouth, but it had the look of a man already measuring treasure before it was his."

"His eyes locked on the Storage Ring in Master Wellspring's arms.

From the way he stared, it was as if he could already see the Genesis Dew inside."

"He had worked in the Abyssal Exchange for so many years and had seen more rare treasures than most people could name.

But a treasure on the level of Genesis Dew—this was the only time in his life he had ever seen it."

"""Her Majesty the Beast Sovereign, Sect Master of Wellspring Order, please stay.""

His voice was not loud, but every word carried the weight of a command that did not expect refusal."

"Morgana's eyes narrowed, and a cold gleam cut through her amber gaze.

""Master Blackwell, what is the meaning of this? This sovereign still has to return to Beastmoor Ridge. There is no time to chat with you."""

"Osric smiled.

""Your Majesty, there is no need to be tense. I only want to know what fine things the two of you obtained inside the secret realm. Genesis Dew is the relic of the heavens, something that may not appear once in 10 thousand years. I would also like a share of it. I wonder whether Your Majesty is willing to grant me that courtesy?"""

"Master Wellspring's face darkened, and his hand moved to the hilt of his sword before he seemed to notice it.

""Master Blackwell, we paid for the Genesis Dew with our lives. On what grounds should we divide it with you? We survived by a thread inside the secret realm, while you waited outside to reap the benefit without lifting a finger? Where under heaven does such a sweet deal exist?"""

"On what grounds?"

"Osric's smile grew deeper, sharpened by the exacting calculation of a merchant.

""On the strength of the Abyssal Exchange. On the strength of these ten Golden Immortals under my command. Sect Master of Wellspring Order, a wise man knows when to bend."""

"Hand over the Genesis Dew, and I can split half with you. You keep the other half. That will be enough for the Aureate Heir to rebuild his physical body. Each side takes one step back, and no one has to make things difficult. If you refuse..."

"He did not continue.

He did not need to. The meaning had already landed."

"His hand had already settled on the arcane implement at his waist.

Behind him, the ten Golden Immortals stepped forward in unison, and their momentum surged."

"Morgana let out a cold laugh, every word edged with ridicule.

""Master Blackwell, are you threatening this sovereign? You have served as chapter master of the Abyssal Exchange for several thousand years. Do you truly not know what comes of threatening a Beast Sovereign?"""

"I would not dare."

"Osric cupped his fists, his posture properly humble, while the look in his eyes made no attempt to hide what he wanted.

""I am only reminding Your Majesty that a wise man knows when to bend. This place is still a thousand miles from Beastmoor Ridge. There are only two of you—one badly wounded, the other with more than half his spiritual power spent. Can you truly make it back safely?"""

Morgana said nothing.

"She raised her right hand.

Her five fingers spread, and white spiritual light poured from her palm."

"The spiritual light grew brighter and brighter, glaring until it became hard to look at.

Then it condensed into a massive Nightfox apparition.

The phantom stood 10 yards tall. Nine tails swayed lightly behind it, and a different color of light flowed over each one—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet, gold, and silver."

"The nine-colored radiance braided together.

In an instant, even the surrounding mist was stained with color."

The Nightfox apparition opened its enormous mouth and released a soundless roar.

"The roar made no sound.

Yet an invisible spirit shock wave surged outward like a tsunami, shaking the surrounding mist into violent rolls.

Even the ten Golden Immortals behind Osric were forced back a step despite themselves."

"If you want to rob us of the Genesis Dew, then make your move. This sovereign would like to see just how much weight the Golden Immortals of the Abyssal Exchange really carry."

"Osric's expression shifted.

He had not expected Morgana to be this unyielding, and he had expected even less that she would move straight to a fight without another word."

"In the outcome he had pictured, Morgana should have weighed the gains and losses.

At the very least, she should have bargained with him."

"But Morgana did no such thing.

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