The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4480

Gatlin furrowed his brow, equally puzzled. “I can't figure it out either. What could he be planning? Is he deliberately provoking us into taking action against him?”

Seth chimed in, equally baffled. “But why would he do that? There's no way he could stand a chance against the three of us, right?”

Ruth's sharp eyes narrowed. “Isn't it obvious? This guy must have Allardland backing him. If we attack him, they'll use it as an excuse to retaliate.”

Gatlin's expression darkened. He couldn't discern Jared's true intentions, and the uncertainty left him wary. “That's possible. For now, let's just follow him. Let's see where he's headed and what he's really up to.”

With that, the trio shadowed Jared.

Just as Gatlin and the others were preparing to tail Jared, the air around them suddenly quivered, rippling with an unseen force. Without warning, two elders materialized beside them.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Gatlin's face at the sight of the newcomers, though he quickly masked it.

“Gatlin, Mr. Lefterov was concerned this task might be beyond your abilities, so he sent us to assist,” said one of the elders, a black-robed man with notably long eyebrows. His tone carried an air of condescension.

Gatlin was displeased. “Cayan, he's just a Seventh Level Tribulator. Why can't handle him?”

Cayan's lips curled into a faint, derisive smile. “If you were capable, you wouldn't have let Jared slip away and resorted to merely following him like a shadow.”

The second elder, Milton, joined in with a mocking chuckle. “An Ultimate Realm Level Four cultivator, afraid to confront a mere Seventh Level Tribulator. Seems our leader had the right idea sending us here.”

“Milton, spare me your smug remarks,” Gatlin retorted, his irritation now barely concealed. “If you're so confident, why don't you take the lead and capture Jared yourself?”

As Ultimate Realm Level Four cultivators, all serving in the Demon Seal Alliance, friction and rivalry among them were commonplace. In the Ethereal Realm, pride and the refusal to lose were ingrained in nearly everyone.

“Fine, I'll show you,” Milton said with a sneer, stepping forward. His hand moved in a fluid arc, and the empty space before him rippled as if disturbed by an unseen force.