The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6717

Violet merely shifted half a step to the side.

The spear that should have pierced straight through her slipped past the edge of her robe without even touching the fabric.

The golden sphere detonated behind her and blasted a massive crater into a cliff more than a hundred feet away. Broken stone exploded outward like a violent downpour.

Galen's pupils contracted.

He had calculated the trajectory of that thrust perfectly. No one should have been able to evade it so casually.

Yet Violet had done exactly that, as though she had known where the spear would land before he moved.

Then Violet attacked.

Purple light flashed again, fast enough to seem as though it had crossed the boundary of time itself.

Galen did not even have time to react.

His vision blurred, and a sudden chill entered his chest.

He lowered his eyes.

Violet's purple longsword had already passed through his heart.

Its point protruded from between his shoulder blades, impossibly spotless despite having passed straight through his body.

"How..."

Galen's voice came out hoarse and broken. His eyes widened with disbelief.

He had already driven every trace of divine light into his defense. A Level Nine Golden Immortal barrier like his could barely withstand even one strike from a Grand Zenith Immortal.

Violet's sword had passed through all of it like mist.

She pulled the blade free and stepped aside before the golden blood could spray across her.

Her movement was just as calm as before, as though killing him had been an ordinary task requiring no effort.

Galen slowly collapsed.

Golden blood spread beneath him and soaked into the charred earth.

Galen Stone, Level Nine Golden Immortal and Grand Elder of the Celestial High Temple, had died to a single sword strike.

The valley returned to silence.

This silence was even heavier than the last.

Some of the kneeling Demonic Cultivators began trembling. Others lowered their heads so far that they no longer dared look toward Violet at all.

Shock spread through the celestial ranks too.

They knew exactly how strong Galen had been. A Level Nine Golden Immortal of his caliber ranked among the strongest experts in the Celestial High Temple.

And in front of the woman in purple, he had not survived one sword strike.

How far above them did her cultivation actually stand?

No one dared guess.

For the first time, Aureon could no longer keep his composure intact.

Anger and shock churned together in his golden eyes as he stared at Violet. For the first time, genuine cold entered his voice.

"Who are you?"

Violet still did not answer.

She slowly raised her sword until the tip pointed directly at Aureon.

Her voice was as cool and clear as water flowing through an icy mountain stream.

"You were going to kill Mr. Chance?"

She asked it with the same calm someone might use to ask whether he had eaten.

That calmness was exactly what made Aureon feel a pressure unlike anything he had experienced before.

He was a Grand Zenith Immortal. The Celestial Emperor of the Twentieth Firmament. A man who had ruled for tens of thousands of years.

And yet, standing before this woman in purple, he felt powerless because he could not see the depth of her strength.

But Aureon was not someone who surrendered easily.

"Attack!"

He swept one hand forward, suppressing the anger in his voice. "Three elders together! I want to see exactly what she's capable of!"

At his command, three Grand Elders broke from the formation together, each wrapped in gold.

All three were Level Nine Golden Immortal Grand Elders, though each carried a different aura.

One wielded a massive golden axe.

Another formed seals with both hands as a golden sphere condensed between his palms.

The third carried a golden longsword.

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