Jared chance novel Chapter 6315

"Malachy Vane lied to you," Gwendolyn said suddenly. "He told you Magnus Storme was True Immortal Realm Level Six. He was actually True Immortal Realm Level Seven."

"I know." Jared nodded. "That old fox was up to no good from the start. Sending me to kill Magnus Storme wasn't just about revenge. He wanted to test my strength too."

"Then why did you still agree?"

"Because I needed the Reincarnation Core," Jared said. "Whatever game he was playing, once I killed Magnus Storme, he wouldn't have any excuse to go back on his word. And if he does..." He smiled a little. "Then I don't mind killing one more."

Gwendolyn didn't answer. She just looked at him.

Sometimes, this man really was hard to look at without a chill creeping in.

Most of the time, he came off gentle. He stood by his friends, and when he saw the weak getting crushed, he never looked away.

But once he decided something had to be done, everything in him locked into place. He moved cold. He moved fast. And he stopped caring what it took.

Maybe that was how he had made it this far.

"Let's go. I'll take you back to the Moonshade Realm first. Once your body's healed, we'll go claim the Soulkindling Flame," Gwendolyn said.

Jared nodded and followed Gwendolyn back to the Moonshade Realm.

And before that day was over, word that Jared had killed Magnus Storme spread through the entire Fifteenth Firmament.

Everyone was stunned.

Magnus Storme was the Deputy Hall Master of the Celestial Tribunal. A True Immortal Realm Level Seven expert. For 5 thousand years, he had run wild across the Fifteenth Firmament, and no one had ever dared challenge him.

Now he was dead.

Cut down in a single strike by a Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Eight human cultivator.

At the Wandering Cultivators Alliance, Windclear was drinking tea when the news reached him.

The teacup slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

"What did you just say? Jared killed Magnus Storme?"

"Absolutely true. More than a dozen people saw it with their own eyes on Thunderpeak."

Windclear said nothing for a long time. Then he let out a long breath.

"That man isn't someone anybody can afford to provoke."

In the beast-race Skywolf Tribe, Wolf-Fang was drilling his men when the news reached him.

He set the battle-ax down.

He went quiet for a moment, then a smile spread across his face.

"Jared really did it. I've hated the sight of that old bastard Magnus Storme for a long time. Good. He deserved to die."

In the demon Shadow Hall, when Malachy Vane got the news, he was seated on the black throne with his eyes closed, resting in stillness.

He opened his eyes.

Something complicated flickered through them.

"Magnus Storme... is dead?"

"Dead. Jared killed him in a single strike."

Malachy stayed silent for a long while.

Then he smiled.

That smile carried too many things at once—satisfaction, approval, and a thin edge of wariness.

"Jared," he murmured. "You're even stronger than I thought."

He rose to his feet and walked into the deepest part of the Shade Abyss.

There, a hidden chamber stood sealed away.

Inside it rested the Shadow Hall's greatest treasure, the Reincarnation Core.

It was a pearl the size of a fist, black from end to end, with silver patterns flowing across its surface like winding rivers.

Reincarnation power lay sealed inside the pearl.

It was the key to opening the path of reincarnation.

Malachy took the Reincarnation Core out of the hidden chamber and held it in his palm.

"Jared, let's hope we never end up as enemies."

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