Jared chance novel Chapter 6316

The Celestial Tribunal, the great hall.

The Tribunal Venerable sat high on the golden throne, his face dark as the sky before a storm.

He released no pressure at all.

Even so, the air in the entire great hall had gone rigid, to the point that drawing breath itself became hard.

In the middle of the great hall, more than a dozen celestial cultivators knelt.

Their clothes were torn apart, and their bodies were covered in wounds.

They were the same people who had fled back from Thunderpeak.

Gwendolyn's Winter's Reach had trapped them for less than an hour before the ice crystals shattered.

But Jared and Gwendolyn had already left.

All they could do was slink back to the Tribunal in disgrace.

"Magnus Storme... is dead?"

The Tribunal Venerable's voice was calm, calm in a way that crawled under the skin.

The fourth-tier True Immortal cultivator kneeling in front shook all over, his forehead pressed flat to the floor, not daring to lift his head.

"Y-yes, Hall Master. That Jared... killed him in one strike."

The great hall went dead silent.

Magnus Storme was a True Immortal Realm Level Seven, the Deputy Hall Master of the Tribunal.

For 5 thousand years, he had run wild across the Fifteenth Firmament, and no one had ever dared challenge him.

Now he was dead.

A human cultivator at the Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Eight had cut him down in a single strike.

The Tribunal Venerable said nothing for a long while.

Then he smiled.

It was the faintest curve, so slight it almost wasn't there at all.

But every man kneeling in the great hall caught the same chill, a cold rush shooting from the soles of the feet straight up to the crown of the skull.

"Jared," he said, his voice still level. "And Malachy Vane."

He rose and stepped down from the black throne.

His golden robe dragged across the floor with a soft, rasping hiss.

He stopped in front of the dozen or so cultivators and lowered his eyes to them.

"You watched him kill Magnus Storme, and none of you stopped him?"

"Hall Master, we did! We moved against him, but Jared had an accomplice, the woman in white. She trapped all of us with an ice art, and we—"

The cultivator never finished.

The Tribunal Venerable lifted a hand and gave a light flick.

The man's body crumpled like it had been crushed inside an invisible giant's grip.

In the next instant, he burst into a cloud of blood.

The blood mist spread through the air and rained down over the cultivators beside him, painting them red.

No one dared move.

No one dared make a sound.

"Magnus Storme is dead, and you're still alive."

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