The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6623

"How... how can that be..."

"A Golden Immortal Level One killed a Golden Immortal Level Five in one strike?"

"I must be dreaming..."

"No. It is real..."

Jared did not care about the shock behind him.

His attention moved to the remaining twelve demon hounds.

They were stunned as well.

They were not highly intelligent, but instinct told them that the weak-looking human in front of them was dangerous.

The one he had just killed had been the strongest of the pack, a peak Golden Immortal Level Five demon hound.

And it had died in one strike.

That meant this human was far stronger than his aura suggested.

Uneasy growls rose from the demon hounds.

They began to back away.

Fear filled their blood-red eyes. Their legs trembled. They wanted to turn and run.

Jared did not allow it.

He vanished from where he stood.

The next instant, he appeared in front of another demon hound.

The Dragonslayer Sword lifted.

Violet blade-light crossed the air like lightning and struck the beast's head.

Crack.

The demon hound's skull, hard enough to resist ordinary weapons, split like thin paper under chaotic force.

The blade-light cut from head to tail, splitting the beast completely in half.

Black blood sprayed into the air like a black lotus opening.

One strike.

Then another.

Jared's figure moved through the pack so quickly that no one could track him.

Only violet light could be seen flickering among the beasts.

Each flash meant another demon hound fell.

One sword for one beast.

No showy technique.

No wasted motion.

Just the simplest cuts, each carrying the annihilating force of chaos.

The demon hounds broke at last.

They scattered in every direction, desperate to escape.

Jared was faster.

The Dragonslayer Sword turned in his hand, and violet blade-light swept across the battlefield like a reaper's scythe.

Twelve demon hounds.

Twelve sword strikes.

From the first kill to the last, less than a minute passed.

Thirteen demon hound corpses lay across the ground. Black blood gathered into streams and pooled in the low areas. The stench was so thick that it almost made people retch.

Jared put away the Dragonslayer Sword and turned back to the ten cultivators.

His gray robe moved lightly in the wind.

Not a single drop of blood had touched him.

His black eyes were still calm, like still water.

The ten cultivators, including the middle-aged man, stood frozen.

Their mouths were open. Their eyes were round. Their bodies were stiff as statues.

They could not believe what they had just witnessed.

Golden Immortal Level One.

Thirteen Golden Immortal Level Five demon hounds.

Less than a minute.

All dead.

That was beyond anything they knew.

In their understanding, Golden Immortal Level One and Golden Immortal Level Five were separated by a distance as great as heaven and earth.

A Golden Immortal Level One cultivator should not have survived even one exchange against a Golden Immortal Level Five opponent.

The nine cultivators also bowed, their eyes full of gratitude and awe.

Jared waved it off. "No need. You helped me too. You pulled me out of demon hound territory."

Rowan's face turned awkward.

"I am ashamed. I dragged you away and scolded you for being too weak."

He scratched his head, embarrassed. "I failed to recognize a true expert. Please do not hold it against me."

Jared shook his head. "You had no ill intent. I could tell. You were worried for our safety. I accept that kindness."

Warmth rose in Rowan's chest.

This young man was unbelievably strong, yet he carried no arrogance. His manner was calm and easy, making him feel unexpectedly close.

Jared looked at the thirteen demon hound corpses.

"Do you need these?"

Rowan's eyes lit at once.

Demon hound corpses were valuable.

Their fur could be refined into high-grade armor. Their bone spikes could be made into weapons. Their flesh could be used in elixirs. Their beast cores were even more precious cultivation resources.

One Golden Immortal Level Five demon hound was worth at least ten thousand high-grade emberstone crystals.

Thirteen meant over a hundred thousand.

That was several years of Clearwind Village's total income.

"Yes! Very much!" Rowan nodded quickly, excitement breaking through his face. "Every part of them is useful. If we sell the materials in Bermu City, they can be exchanged for a huge number of crystals."

"Then take them," Jared said.

Rowan froze. "You... do not want them?"

"I do not need them," Jared said. "Besides, you found the demon hounds first. I only helped a little."

Rowan's eyes reddened.

Spoils worth more than a hundred thousand high-grade emberstone crystals, and Jared gave them away without even blinking.

What kind of bearing was that?

What kind of generosity?

Rowan had lived for more than a thousand years and seen all kinds of people.

He had never met anyone like this.