The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5165

Jared paced slowly through the grand hall, and with every step, another spark of understanding flashed across his mind. His Nine Shadows sword technique kept rising in his heart, subtly tinged now with the lingering grace of the guardian’s movements.

Outside, cold moonlight spilled over the mountain forest—the sky had already sunk into night.

“Damn it, why isn’t that kid Jared out yet? Don’t tell me something went wrong in there.” Flaxseed rubbed his pointed goatee in agitation, pacing beneath the trees while the charms pouch at his waist clinked with every fretful stride.

“Mr. Flaxseed, please calm down. Jared is favored by destiny itself; nothing truly harmful could happen to him.”

Jemina stood in a flowing teal robe, a faint worry furrowing her brow, yet her posture remained as composed as ever.

Jhaelyn tightened her grip on the sword in her hand. Moonlight flickered along the blade and cut a silver edge across her tense profile. She muttered, “We wait another half an hour—if he still hasn’t come out, I’m going in after him!”

She had barely finished when two silhouettes drifted into view. Jared emerged shoulder to shoulder with Everett, the Dragonslayer Sword blazing in his grasp like a river of stars.

“Jared!” Jhaelyn’s eyes lit up. She strode forward, sword at the ready, and scanned him from head to toe. “Are you hurt? And this sword intent around you... it feels completely different.”

Flaxseed squinted, tapped his knuckles together as though performing a quick divination, then yelped, “Mercy me! Did you break through in there? Your sword intent isn’t just a little stronger—it’s leagues above what it was!”

Jemina stepped closer, studying Jared in detail before giving a thoughtful nod. “Indeed. His sword intent has transformed—there’s a faint resonance with heaven and earth itself. Seems things inside were not dangerous at all, but a blessing in disguise.”

Jared smiled and gave them a concise account of how the stone guardian turned out to be a sword spirit that guided him toward a higher realm of sword intent.

Everyone clicked their tongues in admiration when the tale was done.

“So, that ancient blade in your hand is the sword spirit’s true form?” Flaxseed pointed at the weapon. The sword was pitch-black from tip to guard, its hilt engraved with a blurred totem that breathed an icy chill.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify