The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6643

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The Graywolf Gang's base had already lost all order.

News had reached them faster than anyone could run.

Jared had entered the Ironblood Mercenary Company's base alone and wiped it out.

More than three hundred mercenaries.

No survivors.

The Graywolf Gang members lost whatever courage they had left. They grabbed their belongings, shoved crystals and weapons into storage pouches, and tried to flee before disaster reached them.

They were too late.

Jared stood at the main gate with the Dragonslayer Sword in his hand.

His violet eyes rested on the plaque above the gatehouse.

"Come out."

The words were not loud.

Every person inside heard them.

No one answered.

Jared raised his sword.

Violet light tore upward and cut the gatehouse in two.

The structure crashed down, throwing up dust and broken stone.

Gang members rushed out from every building.

The moment they saw Jared, terror swallowed them whole.

They turned to run.

Jared disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was already among them.

The Dragonslayer Sword moved through the crowd with cold, clean precision.

A flash of violet.

A body fell.

Another flash.

Another life ended.

No one forced him to swing twice.

The Graywolf Gang, which had once used fear to rule its corner of Bermu City, collapsed like stalks under a blade. Blood spread across the base until the ground shone dark red.

In less than an hour, more than two hundred gang members were dead.

Not one remained.

Jared stood in the middle of the blood and corpses.

His gray robe had turned dark red.

His face was still.

His eyes were calm as dead water.

Then he turned toward Blazefire Sect.

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Blazefire Sect's base sat in a volcanic crater west of Bermu City.

Earthfire spiritual veins ran below it, making the air hot and thick with spiritual essence.

Jared stood on the crater's rim and looked down.

The sect was in chaos.

News of the Ironblood Mercenary Company and the Graywolf Gang had already arrived. Some disciples were packing to escape. Some knelt on the ground, begging before he had even entered. Others stood stiff with closed eyes, waiting for death.

Jared said nothing.

He jumped from the crater's edge and landed in the center of the base.

The Dragonslayer Sword came free.

Violet light fell like a rainstorm.

Blazefire disciples tried to fight back.

Their flames met chaotic force and collapsed as if they were made of paper.

Sword-light moved.

People died.

The Grand Elder rushed out from the inner hall, leaning on her cane.

The moment she saw Jared, her face lost all color.

"Ja... Jared... you cannot kill me..."

Jared looked at her.

"You sent people to Clearwind Village."

"I did not kill anyone." Her voice shook. "I only went there to see. I only watched. I did not touch anyone."

"You watched them kill."

His tone stayed flat.

"You did not stop them. That makes you part of it."

The old woman's mouth opened.

No defense came out.

Jared cut her down.

Blood spread beneath her body.

The Grand Elder of Blazefire Sect, a peak Golden Immortal Level Six cultivator, died where she fell.

The disciples of Blazefire Sect broke.

They cried.

They screamed.

Bitterness filled her eyes.

She regretted going to Clearwind Village.

If she had stayed away, perhaps Cloudflight Pavilion would not be facing this.

But regret changed nothing.

All she could do was pray that Jared would leave some path for them to live.

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A Cloudflight disciple found Jared on a street in Bermu City.

Jared was already walking toward Cloudflight Pavilion.

Blood covered his gray robe.

The Dragonslayer Sword hung at his waist, and blood was still dripping from the blade.

The disciple's legs nearly failed when he saw him.

Still, he forced himself forward.

"Mr... Mr. Chance..."

Jared stopped.

The disciple swallowed hard. "Pavilion Master Finch invites you to Cloudflight Pavilion for a talk."

Jared did not answer.

"She said... whatever you want, Cloudflight Pavilion will give. Crystals, resources, arcane implements, anything. She only begs you not to destroy the pavilion."

Jared looked at him with black eyes that held no warmth.

"Did anyone from Cloudflight Pavilion kill a person from Clearwind Village?"

"No! No."

The disciple waved his hands quickly. "Pavilion Master Finch ordered us not to act. We only watched. We only watched from the side. We did not touch a single villager."

Jared was silent for a moment.

"Then go back and tell Lydia Finch."

His voice was quiet.

"I saw that Cloudflight Pavilion did not raise a hand. I will not kill your disciples. But Lydia Finch must die."

The disciple's face changed.

"Why?"

"Because she is the pavilion master."

Jared's tone did not move. "She went to Clearwind Village. She watched it happen and did not stop it. That is enough."

The disciple opened his mouth.

One look at Jared's eyes made him swallow every word.

"Tell her to prepare."

Jared walked past him and continued toward Cloudflight Pavilion.