The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6515

No one saw him draw.

The instant the Dragonslayer Sword cleared its sheath, a burst of violet light erupted from the blade.

It wasn't long—barely three feet—but it had been compressed to the absolute limit, blazing so brightly it looked like a miniature sun.

There was nothing flashy about it. No elaborate technique, no complicated sword art, no world-shaking spectacle.

Just one pure, concentrated purple blade of light, fast beyond reason.

It slashed sideways.

When it struck the first warding barrier, it made no sound at all.

The golden holy-light ward melted like snow under a blazing sun. It didn't even hold for a single breath before it dissolved in silence.

Chaos-flame ran along the light-blade and devoured the law-power hidden inside that golden holy light.

The second layer broke.

Then the third.

Then the fourth.

Every layer shattered the same way. The instant the purple light-blade touched the golden barrier, it collapsed without a sound, like a paper lantern sliced open by a knife.

Runes flared wildly across the barrier, trying to repair the damage, but the power of chaos had already eaten the laws themselves. There was nothing left to restore.

The fifth layer.

The sixth.

The seventh.

The light-blade never slowed. If anything, the wards were breaking faster and faster.

When the eighth layer shattered, the three elders controlling the formation coughed up blood at the same time.

The backlash snapped their meridians and sent their organs into violent upheaval.

The ninth, the tenth, the eleventh.

The violet light-blade tore through everything in its path. The wards might as well have been paper.

The ultimate twelve-layer defense didn't even last three breaths in front of Jared.

The moment the twelfth ward broke, the entire great hall jolted with a thunderous tremor.

The formation core sustaining the wards exploded on the spot, blasting apart into thousands of fragments.

The elders controlling the formation dropped all over the floor, blood pouring from their mouths. The weakest among them died where they fell.

And the light-blade kept going.

It swept across the celestial cultivators who had rushed out onto the square.

There were no screams. No wails. No sharp clash of weapons.

Only golden motes drifting through the air—the last traces of holy light burned away by chaos-flame.

Hundreds of celestial elites stood there, every one of them a True Immortal Realm Level Seven or Eight expert, strong enough to dominate their own territory in the Sixteenth Firmament.

But not one of them could stop even a single strike. The violet light-blade passed through them, and they vanished into nothing.

Still carrying all its force, the light-blade swept into the massive stone pillars before the hall.

The pillars, so thick it would have taken seven people to wrap their arms around one, were carved with the celestials' glorious deeds.

Under that violet light-blade, they split cleanly in two without a sound.

The cut was smooth as a mirror, not a single rough edge on it, as if the world itself had sliced it apart.

Alaric's face changed completely.

At last, he understood.

Why hadn't the two Helius elders come back?

Why had Jared returned instead?

He turned and ran.

Ran like nothing else mattered.

The dignity of the High Sovereign, the glory of the celestials, the bearing of a king—every last bit of it had become a joke in his own mind.

Now he wanted only one thing: to stay alive.

To get out of this place and flee as far as he could.

He drove his half-step Golden Immortal movement technique to its limit, his whole body flashing into a streak of golden light as he shot toward the depths of the great hall.

Jared didn't chase him.

He didn't even look in the direction Alaric had fled.

He simply slid the Dragonslayer Sword back into its sheath and started up the stairs, one step at a time.

He wasn't moving fast.

If anything, he was walking slowly.

Each step landed firmly on the jade stairs, and the sound of his footfalls echoed across the dead-silent square.

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