The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5320

A flicker of apprehension darted through the Blood Guard’s eyes. Roaring Storm Church carried a ten-thousand-year lineage. Its strength should not be belittled.

Yet, greed filled his mind when he saw the Divine Bow and the fire unicorn. “I won’t show mercy! Celestial Palace, kill them!”

“Kill!”

Hundreds of Celestial Palace cultivators surged forward at once. Crimson light flared as their individual shields fused into a single tidal barrier, washing across the field like a blood-red sea.

“Roaring Storm Church disciples, form up!” Leonidas barked.

Dozens of priests stood shoulder to shoulder at the rim of the battlefield. Their lips moved in perfect unison, chanting an ancient technique that vibrated in the very marrow of the air. Divine light gathered above them, folding and refolding until it shaped itself into a colossal palm. With a thunder-crack, it descended, smashing toward the crimson barrier.

“Sword Sect, form the array!” Corin barked the order.

At his command, the disciples of the Sword Sect leapt into position, feet landing on the invisible points of a celestial pattern. Streams of spiritual energy poured from their bodies, weaving together until a single immortal blade reared up and hurtled toward the charging foe.

Ararat and Kishor seized the opening. With a roar, they plunged back into the fray. In a heartbeat, the tables had turned.

Amid the chaos, Jared found himself frozen, his breath caught halfway to his lungs.

In the moment he had felt most abandoned, all these people had raised their weapons for him.

He knew this was only the beginning.

The Divine Bow, Draconian bloodline, and the fire unicorn would bring him more trouble after their revelation.

The arcane array of Roaring Storm Church meshed seamlessly with the Seven-Star Sword. Divine light and sword energy crossed and re-crossed, forming a net that shredded the crimson barrier of the Celestial Palace’s cultivators into drifting tatters.

The fire unicorn rampaged like a living inferno, its mane a crown of white-hot embers. Everywhere it galloped, members of Malevolent Path Hall charred to brittle husks, their screams flaring and dying as fast as sparks in rain.

“Fall back now! Fall back!” The panicked command tore across the field.

An elder from a minor sect brought his disciples to a retreat.

They had only joined this siege for the reward Lester had promised. Seeing both Celestial Palace and Malevolent Path Hall falter, they wanted no part of the butcher’s bill to come.

A tide of cultivators broke and rolled away, and within seconds, more than half the invading force had vanished.

Dioz watched his disciples collapse. Fear filled his gaze.

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