The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5490

He blurred forward—one heartbeat, then the next—becoming a streak of living lightning.

Invoking Blazing Stride, Jared's soles burst with scarlet flame, doubling his speed in a single pulse. Two steps were all he needed to close the gap; by the third, he was already at Immortal Lord Nimbus' back, heat ripping through the air in his wake.

With effortless strength, he seized the fleeing Immortal Lord Nimbus by the collar, hauling him off the ground like a squirming chick snatched by a hawk.

Jared pivoted and drifted back to the battlefield, one-handed, as though the captured Immortal Lord Nimbus weighed no more than a feather.

"What?"

"T-That's impossible!"

The remaining Demonic Cultivators went corpse-pale. If even Immortal Lord Nimbus crumpled in Jared's grasp, then that day's outcome was carved in stone; they could almost taste the cold edge of death descending upon them.

Jared tossed Immortal Lord Nimbus onto the cracked earth. Stones shattered under Immortal Lord Nimbus' body, dust blooming around them. "Talk! Why did you run?"

His stare bore the weight of judgment itself.

Immortal Lord Nimbus quivered, arms wrapping around his own ribs as though that might steady the shaking. "I-I know who you are," he whispered, the words rattling with fear.

Jared's brow lifted a fraction. "You know me?"

The curiosity in his gaze was quiet, dangerous—like a blade contemplating whether to strike again.

Immortal Lord Nimbus nodded in short, frantic jerks. "Yes. While I served in the Celestial Palace, the commander of the Sixth Hall—Mr. Hexford—spoke of you. He warned us you were unimaginably dangerous and ordered us to treat you with the utmost caution."

Awe—or was it abject dread—quavered in every syllable, as though merely repeating Drystan's warning might stay Jared's hand.

Jared's voice cracked like a whip through the half-ruined courtyard. "So that's it—you answer to the Celestial Palace!"

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