The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5721

Jared glanced at the Vermilion Demon Lord's quivering ember, gave the faintest nod, and then swung an arctic stare back to the elder's flickering soul remnant.

The elder, feeling that stare pierce straight through his soul, pleaded, "Sir, I have told you everything I know—every secret, every thread. I beg you—"

His words dissolved into a ragged whimper as the chill in Jared's eyes pressed on him like the lid of a stone coffin.

"Your usefulness," Jared said, his tone as chill and smooth as polished steel, "has finally run its course."

Without a flicker of emotion, he allowed the thought to bloom behind his eyes, and everything inside him fell silent—ready.

Deep within his consciousness field, the Golden Tome flared like a newborn sun. A torrent of pure golden flame—woven entirely from the Heavenly Law itself—whipped outward and swallowed the elder's tattered soul remnant in a single heartbeat.

"No—" The elder's cry shattered into a raw, impossible note of terror that tore through the mindscape before vanishing in sparks.

Thus ended the long, covetous life of the Skyfiend Sect's elder.

His soul remnant was scoured clean, ground to luminous dust, and drawn apart—some sinking into the Golden Tome, the rest diffusing like warm rain to nourish Jared's boundless consciousness field.

The danger gone, Jared let his consciousness field drift back to the waking world.

He opened his hand. The Bloodsoul Orb rested there, no longer an enigma but a seed of limitless hope, pulsing softly against his palm.

"Mr. Vermilion, try stepping out for a moment," he whispered, almost tender.

A faint yet jubilant flame—black shot through with crimson—slipped from Jared's brow and hovered before the orb. It was the soul fire of the Vermilion Demon Lord, trembling like a heart that had just remembered how to beat.

"Kid, I—" Vermilion Demon Lord's voice hitched, heavy with gratitude too ancient to name.

"Go on inside," Jared urged, moving the orb closer. "I'll find enough nascence soul liquid to rebuild your physical body—this I promise."

"Thank you... truly." The flame quivered, then flowed into the orb like ink drawn into water.

The sphere brightened, its surface glazing with gentle light. Deep within, the black-red soul fire settled, no longer savage but quietly expectant. Jared felt the new bond knit itself to his core—he could sense Vermilion Demon Lord's every heartbeat if he wished.

Carefully, he stowed the orb away, then lifted his gaze to the far horizon, eyes sharpened into blades of intent.

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