The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5691

The attack could have crushed an ordinary Heavenly Immortal, yet Jared only lifted the Dragonslayer Sword—calm, unhurried, almost curious.

"An ant toppling an elephant," he mumbled, uninterested.

Five-element Nascence Power, newly restored, roared through his meridians and into the blade. A faint ripple of the Time Law shimmered around him, bending every second to his will.

"Slay!"

A plain, color-striped flash—Prismatic Sword Aura—shot forth. It sliced the phantom mask like cheap silk, leaving the once-formidable array in tatters that dissolved into smoke.

The aura did not slow. It skimmed across the screeching crone who had led the chant.

Her twisted sneer froze. A heartbeat later, she—and the magical item she clutched—fell apart in two silent, clean halves.

"What—"

Terror glazed every elder's face. None of them had imagined Jared's power could rise to such impossible heights.

"Quick! Activate the sect defense formation!" Brendan screamed, the command cracking with panic.

He was already too late.

Jared blurred. Time Acceleration wrapped him in invisible wind, rendering him faster than divine sense could track.

Each silver flash of the sword ended a life; with every heartbeat, another elder collapsed, their bodies falling before they understood they had been struck.

"No—spare me, sir! It was Lilac who offended you, not us!" one elder shrieked, voice breaking.

He dropped to his knees, sobbing for mercy.

Jared's gaze remained icy, unmoved. The Dragonslayer Sword whispered through the air; the plea ended mid-syllable.

In the span of a breath, only Brendan remained, stranded amid the corpses of his order.

His limbs shook uncontrollably. Staring at Jared—who looked more reaper than man—Brendan tasted a bitterness made of regret and raw, animal fear.

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