The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5060

Jared made no move to chase them. He wasn't certain his strength would suffice in level two of the celestial realm, or against the full force of the Heavenfall Pavilion.

With the Celestial Palace already against him, he had no desire to make more enemies.

He turned slowly toward Nymeria. “Do you want to seize those two coffins, too?”

Nymeria held his gaze for a long moment, then shifted her eyes warily to the two samurai standing at Jared's side. At last, she quietly retreated, the three black-robed elders following silently behind her.

Now, only Jared and Jemima remained in the ruins.

“Jared, you... you're amazing!” Jemima's eyes sparkled with admiration, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

But Jared shook his head, his gaze lingering warily on the two samurai. “The real trouble is only just beginning.”

Suddenly, the samurai turned. Their blood-red eyes locked onto Jared, and one of them slowly raised its weapon, as if making some silent judgment.

The runes across their armor pulsed erratically, emitting an aura that screamed danger.

The shift in their behavior instantly put Jared on edge. He stepped forward, pulling Jemima protectively behind him.

“They're more than just puppets...” he murmured, his fingers already brushing against his Storage Ring, ready to summon a weapon at the first sign of attack.

Amidst the thick tension, one of the samurai suddenly dropped to one knee. A raspy, hollow voice echoed from within his armor. “We... were commanded by our master... to guard the legacy...”

Jared's pupils contracted, his heart pounding with a surge of disbelief and unease.

They're sentient? They've retained consciousness all this time? Who could their master be? Was it the old man I absorbed earlier?

Jemima, her voice trembling, clutched Jared's sleeve. “Did... did he just speak?”

The kneeling samurai slowly raised his head, blood-red eyes locked onto Jared. “Master...” he said.

Before the word had fully echoed through the ruins, both samurai suddenly burst into streaks of black light and shot straight into Jared's body.

A wave of incomprehensible knowledge surged through him. His vision darkened, his knees buckled, and he nearly lost consciousness under the weight of it all.

“No time left!” Jared growled, gritting his teeth. He shoved Jemima toward the array. “You go first!”

“And what about you?” Jemima shouted, eyes wide.

“I have my own way out!” Even before his voice faded, Jared slammed his palm against the array. Spiritual energy surged from him, forcefully igniting the last traces of power within the ancient formation.

Buzz!

A blinding flash of white light streaked past. Jemima's figure vanished in an instant.

At the very moment the teleportation array began to collapse entirely, Jared leapt forward, throwing himself into the rapidly closing spatial rift.

Meanwhile, on the Floating Island above the Caxton Continent, the mysterious landmass suspended high in the sky suddenly began to tremble violently. Countless cultivators raised their heads in alarm, their faces filled with dread.

“What's happening? Why is the island shaking?”

“Heavens... it's falling!”