The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5514

Jared shot Flaxseed a withering side-eye, the kind you give a friend who has gone one joke too far. Heat flickered behind Jared's calm gaze, but he kept silent—for now.

Under the rough hands of the two black-robed cultivators, the young woman's garments were yanked away, falling like wilted petals until her skin shivered in open air.

Flaxseed's eyes bulged. A silver thread of drool slid down his chin before he jerked his head up, wiping it away as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Flaxseed, is that enough of a demonstration?" Jared asked, his voice cool.

Flaxseed managed a brisk nod, throat bobbing.

"Stop right there! Broad daylight, and you're kidnapping a civilian? Have you no respect for the law?" With that roar, Flaxseed sprang forward. Though short and slightly stooped, he landed before the woman like a pocket-sized hero—yet his eyes still flicked, unwilling, toward the curves he claimed to defend.

Relief washed over the woman's face. She scrambled for her torn clothing, clutching shredded fabric against herself, barely hiding the most private places.

The two men in black robes recoiled, then sneered when they sensed only a faint ripple—Human Immortal Realm Level One.

"Where did this rogue cultivator crawl from?" one of them mocked, his tone dripping contempt.

"Listen, old geezer," the other growled, spiritual light crackling around his fist, "walk away before we grind you into the dirt with her."

Flaxseed puffed out his chest. "Not happening. Let the lady go, or I won't be polite."

He whipped out a fan of hand-drawn charms—precious inks, painstaking strokes. Normally, treasures to hoard, now trembling between his fingers as he braced for a fight, counting on Jared's silent presence at his back.

Both captors burst into laughter. "You? A first-level human immortal thinks he can posture before us?" Their mirth echoed like tin bells on cold stone.

The woman's hope dimmed. Realizing Flaxseed's cultivation was even lower than hers, her heartbeat climbed once more.

"Old geezer, thank you, but you can't beat them—please, save yourself," she whispered, voice tight with fear and gratitude.

Even if I save her, she still won't let me have any fun afterward, he brooded, the sour thought curdling his mood.

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