The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5497

Clutching his mangled wrist, Scarface screamed—a single, ragged note of pain and fury. "Who's out there?"

Flaxseed jerked his head up. At the alley's entrance stood a figure he knew by heart—white shirt fluttering like a defiant banner in the breeze.

Black-White Flame coiled around Jared in quiet spirals, ancient charms of heat and shadow breathing power into the night. He had rushed over from the Cardinal Realm.

"Jared? What are you doing here?"

Joy and disbelief collided in Flaxseed's eyes, turning into tears.

A heartbeat ago, he had pictured only death, the alley shrinking into the mouth of a grave. Now, as Jared stepped from the darkness, hope cut through despair like dawn through fog.

Jared answered nothing. His gaze slid across the three men circling Flaxseed, ice-hard, merciless. The look alone sent a visible shiver down their spines.

The white-robed cultivator snarled, tightened his grip, and lunged. "Another meddler! Kill him with me!"

His sword flashed like a silver snake, striking straight for Jared's face.

Halfway in, the blade stopped—caught between Jared's fingers as though steel were soft clay. No matter how the attacker strained, the weapon refused to advance a single inch.

Jared's mouth curved in mild contempt. "Is that all you can do?"

Pressure tightened. The sword snapped clean, severed like a dry twig. The broken halves traced forlorn arcs before ringing off the stones.

A globe of internal flame blossomed in Jared's palm—bright as a newborn sun, blistering hot.

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