The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6517

She looped both arms around Jared's neck and rested her face against his shoulder.

Through the cloth of his green robe, she could feel the warmth of his body.

Her eyes filled again. "I thought I'd never see you again."

"I'm back."

Jared's voice was as calm as ever.

But Gwendolyn heard what lay underneath it.

They had fought side by side for too long.

He didn't need to say another word. She understood all of it.

"Hold on tight."

Violet chaotic force spread around them and sealed them both inside a radiant barrier.

Jared stepped forward and left the gaol.

He crossed the passage carved with sigils, passed through the empty great hall, and returned to the square.

The square was even emptier than it had been when he went in.

He had casually driven back a portion of the three thousand celestial elites with a single sword strike.

But while he was in the gaol, Alaric had gathered even more men.

The square outside the great hall was packed with celestial cultivators again, a dense mass of them, thousands strong.

Their holy radiance fused into one blazing expanse and stained the sky gold.

He had shattered the twelvefold warding.

But a new set of temporary wards had already been raised, layer after layer of golden screens of light sealing the entire great hall inside.

They weren't equal to the original twelve layers, but they were still enough to give a True Immortal Realm Level Nine expert a headache.

Alaric stood at the very back of the crowd.

He had put his golden armor back on, and the Hallowbane Blade was in his hand again.

But his lips were white.

His hand shook.

And there was unease in his eyes.

He hid behind a wall of elders and guards, not daring to face the young man carrying the woman in his arms.

His voice trembled, but he still tried to cling to the last scraps of authority. "Jared, you think you're leaving this place alive? This is the Celestial Alliance great hall—the power center of the Sixteenth Firmament!

You can kill a hundred people, a thousand people! But I can bring in more! Your True Immortal Realm Level Six spiritual power is limited in the end. You really think you can..."

Jared cut him off.

"Three thousand?"

One corner of his mouth lifted, barely.

It wasn't a smile.

It was something colder—detached, superior, absolute.

His voice was calm.

Calm enough to send a chill down every spine that heard it.

"Not enough."

The instant the words fell, he drew his sword.

This time, everyone saw exactly how he did it.

Because he wanted them to.

The Dragonslayer Sword slid slowly from its sheath.

As it emerged, violet light ignited inch by inch along the blade, spreading from the hilt to the tip.

The violet glow wasn't blinding.

It still made no one able to keep their eyes open.

Chaotic force gathered along the blade, compressed, then condensed again, until it became a hundred-yard arc of violet sword light.

It stretched across heaven and earth, hanging high above the square like a violet judgment suspended over every head.

The first sword strike fell.

The violet blade-flare swept across the square.

Everywhere it passed, the golden saintlight melted away like snow under a sudden thaw.

The armor of hundreds of celestial cultivators shattered.

Their weapons shattered.

Then flesh and blood shattered with them.

There were no screams.

No wails.

It all happened in absolute silence.

Chaos-flame devoured everything, erasing holy radiance, spiritual power, spirit, flesh, armor, and weapons until nothing remained.

Hundreds died to a single strike.

Nothing was left behind but drifting golden motes, scattering through the air like a silent fall of golden snow.

The second sword fell.

Another hundred-yard blade-flare tore across the square.

This time, the blade-flare hadn't even landed yet.

The sheer violence of its sword aura alone was enough to make hundreds lose their footing.

Those with weaker cultivation were thrown straight off their feet, spinning through the air before crashing into their companions.

The blade-flare came right behind it and cut through all of them at once—their weapons, their formations, their wards—reducing everything to fragments.

His teeth chattered.

He tried to speak, but all that came out of his throat was a wet, broken gurgle.

After what felt like forever, he finally forced out a few words.

"Jared... you can't kill me. I'm the High Sovereign of the Celestial Alliance. If you kill me, the celestials will never let you go. The two Grand Elders are Golden Immortals. They will..."

"They're already dead."

Jared's voice stayed calm, as if he were stating something too insignificant to matter.

"And even if they were here, they still couldn't save you."

He raised the Dragonslayer Sword and set the tip against Alaric's chest.

Alaric's eyes flew wide, the violet blade-light reflected in his pupils.

He felt death on him.

Not power. Not anything he could fight.

Something deeper than all of that—the chaos before all things, the void at the end of every living being.

His mouth opened.

He wanted to beg, to bargain, to threaten, to say anything at all that might keep him alive.

Jared gave him no more time.

The sword point moved forward with almost gentle precision.

Chaos-flame surged along the blade and ignited Alaric's entire body.

Violet flame spread from his chest, devouring flesh, devouring holy radiance, devouring his spirit.

Alaric let out a shriek so brutal it tore through the great hall, through the square, through the clouds above.

His body twisted in the fire, convulsed, and began to come apart.

Before the chaos-flame, holy light melted like ice under the suns.

It didn't hold for even a breath.

In less than a breath, the screaming cut off.

Alaric—the High Sovereign of the Celestial Alliance, ruler of the strongest power in the Sixteenth Firmament, commander of hundreds of thousands of cultivators, sovereign over the northern region for tens of thousands of years—collapsed into a pile of ash.

A gust of wind swept through and scattered it. Nothing remained.

Jared drew back the Dragonslayer Sword, glanced once at the ash blowing away in the wind, and turned toward the doors.

Behind him, the Celestial Alliance great hall began to collapse under the chaos-flame.

Golden saintlight sigils burst apart in the fire.

Formations accumulated over tens of thousands of years burned down to ruin, and the painstaking murals and statues that had once stood for celestial glory were swallowed whole.

The flames roared skyward, staining the whole sky gold and red.

The pillar of fire was visible for hundreds of miles.