Jared chance novel Chapter 6353

"Jared..."

"You can't kill me."

His voice shook. "I'm the Hall Master of the Tribunal. I'm the celestials' representative in the Fifteenth Firmament. If you kill me, the celestials will never let you go."

Jared looked at him and said nothing for a moment.

There was nothing in his eyes but cold stillness.

It hit so hard that the Tribunal Venerable's body jolted.

"The celestials won't let me go?" Jared's voice stayed even. "When have your celestials ever let me go?"

He raised the Dragonslayer Sword and leveled the tip at the Tribunal Venerable.

"From the moment you oppressed the Ghost Clan in the Pyre Chasm, from the moment you enslaved the Frost Deity Branch in the northern mine, from the moment you sent an army to besiege the Skywolf Tribe, from the moment you started killing so many innocent people, you should've known this day was coming."

The Tribunal Venerable's face turned paper-white.

"Jared, I can give you whatever you want. Emberstone crystal, healing elixirs, arcane arts, territory—whatever you want, I can give it to you. Half the Tribunal's resources. No... all of them. They're all yours, as long as you spare my life."

The Tribunal Venerable started begging.

The man who had once stood above the entire Fifteenth Firmament now looked drained of all color.

His voice shook. His posture dropped low. Not a trace of his old authority remained.

He only wanted to survive.

Jared shook his head. "I don't want your resources."

"Then what do you want?"

"Your life."

A thin strand of despair flashed through the Tribunal Venerable's eyes.

He knew there was no getting away today.

A hard edge flashed through his eyes. Since escape was off the table, then he would fight to the end.

"Jared, you think you've already won?" the Tribunal Venerable said, his voice turning wild. "I'm True Immortal Realm Level Eight. You're only True Immortal Realm Level Two. Even if your chaotic force suppresses my holy radiance, I'm not going to sit here and wait to die!"

He raised the golden longsword.

Holy radiance around him surged at once.

Golden radiance poured out of his body and washed across the sky until the whole stretch above them turned gold.

His hair turned golden. His eyes did too.

The pressure coming off him climbed again, pushing all the way to the peak of True Immortal Realm Level Eight.

"Judgment's Blade, sever all heretics!"

He slashed down.

The golden blade-flare stretched into a light blade a thousand yards long and hacked straight at Jared.

Where the light blade passed, space tore open and left behind a pitch-black crack.

Terrifying spatial turbulence poured out of the crack, dragging in everything nearby and grinding it to pieces.

Jared didn't dodge.

He lifted the Dragonslayer Sword.

Purple chaotic force gathered along the blade.

Chaos-flame, lightning nascence, and spatial nascence twisted together, weaving themselves into a purple-gold blade-flare.

Golden flame burned over the blade-flare. Purple lightning flashed through it.

Gray spatial nascence flowed inside it in constant motion.

"This sword is for every person you killed."

He brought his sword down.

The purple-gold blade-flare crashed into the golden light blade.

There was no explosion. No deafening blast.

In front of the chaotic force, the golden light blade was like paper. It was ripped apart, swallowed up, and erased in an instant.

The purple-gold blade-flare kept going.

It drove straight at the Tribunal Venerable.

The Tribunal Venerable's pupils shrank hard.

He drove his holy radiance with everything he had and condensed a golden light-shield in front of himself.

The light-shield had seven layers.

Every single layer carried the celestials' highest laws of the realm.

The purple-gold blade-flare struck the light-shield.

The first layer shattered.

The second layer shattered too.

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh all gave way.

The violet-gold blade-flare punched through all seven layers of the light-shield without a sound, like a red-hot iron rod sliding through butter.

It kept driving forward, unstoppable.

Every layer of the light-shield, each one carrying the celestials' highest laws of the realm, was pierced like paper.

Cracks raced across them. The laws of the realm broke apart. None of it could stop the strike.

Then the blade-flare hit the Tribunal Venerable.

"Aaah!"

A raw, ragged scream tore out of the Tribunal Venerable.

His body burned inside the chaos-flame, and the holy radiance around him turned to nothing before it, swallowed in an instant like paper tossed into a furnace.

His left arm was severed. His right leg was scorched black. A hole was torn straight through his chest.

Golden blood burst from the wounds, only to be steamed away by the flame into a drifting golden mist.

His body dropped out of the sky and slammed into the ground hard enough to blast out a crater.

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