The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5487

"Enough!"

The lead Demonic Cultivator's shout detonated like cannon fire, rage contorting every scar across his face.

"Didn't you hear me? This ground belongs to Twin Ridge Stronghold. If you challenge us, you sign your own death warrant!"

He raised a demonic sword etched with wicked runes, the blade exhaling a violet mist that reeked of old blood.

The other Demonic Cultivators formed a tightening ring, each wearing the same hungry grin.

Spiked clubs swung menacingly, their cold points glinting, while demonic hammers hummed with oppressive weight.

"Run, brat, before we enjoy ourselves killing you!" one Demonic Cultivator hissed, eyes gleaming like wet copper.

"We warned you," another added, breath hot with bloodlust.

"You'll taste Twin Ridge Stronghold's fury before night falls!"

Voices overlapped, a savage chorus that rattled shackles and sent frightened birds wheeling into the dusk.

Jared merely smiled, a chill, dispassionate curl of the lips that made even the bravest brute falter.

Compared with Obsidian Stone Sect he had crushed earlier, these Demonic Cultivators barely reached Immortal Realm Level Seven.

To him, they were ants fighting a wildfire.

Jared's white robe drifted in the faint breeze, making him seem less a mortal youth and more a wandering immortal descending from night clouds.

"Since you're so eager to perish, I'll oblige."

The verdict in his voice weighed heavier than any hammer the demons could lift.

Before the sentence finished echoing, Jared vanished—only a fading shimmer remained where his body had been.

"What?"

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