The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5088

Godric refused to believe that Jared had the audacity to kill Eustace right in front of members of Bloodbane Palace.

“Surely he won't dare to act so recklessly now, even if he does have a formidable backer.

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Yet, in the next moment, Jared swung his sword, a flash of golden light streaking across the air along with an intense murderous intent.

Blood spurted high into the sky as Eustace's head tumbled to the ground, his eyes filled with lingering fear and resentment.

His body swayed for a moment before collapsing to the ground.

Silence descended over the area.

Jemina's hand trembled slightly, but it was due to awe, not fear.

She knew Jared was powerful, but she didn't realize the extent of his strength. Despite being threatened by Godric, Jared still dared to kill Eustace decisively.

Jared retracted the Dragonslayer Sword. The golden glow at the tip of the blade faded away, as if the bloody scene that had just unfolded had never happened.

He didn't even glance at the pale-faced Nymeria or the glowering Godric. Instead, he simply turned around and gently patted Jemina's hand. His voice returned to its usual gentleness as he said, “Let's go. The stench of blood here spoiled the fun.”

Holding Jemina's hand, Jared walked past Eustace's corpse step by step without a sign of hesitation.

As Godric stared at Jared's retreating figure, he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

He had lived for several centuries, yet he had never experienced such humiliation.

Despite that, the unfathomable aura of Jared deterred him from acting rashly.

When Jared passed by Nymeria, he didn't halt in his tracks and merely said in a nonchalant tone, “If you want to seek revenge, feel free to try. I know you're coveting the coffins I got from the ancient ruins.”

No sooner had Jared finished speaking than both he and Jemina vanished into the depths of Glass City, leaving the members of Bloodbane Palace seething in fury.

The lethal intent that radiated from him transformed into tangible dark runes that spread wildly across the bridge. Even the ripples on the lake's surface froze.

“Get ready to die, Jared!” Godric's voice seemed as if it had been dredged up from the depths of a frigid abyss, each word carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

Somehow, a pitch-black sword had appeared in his hand. The blade shimmered with an eerie, crimson glow—it was the “Soul Eater Sword”, Bloodbane Palace's treasure.

This sword had once taken the lives of thousands of cultivators. Now, sensing its master's intent to kill, it began to emit a low, mournful wail, akin to the cries of an evil spirit.

A sense of unease surged in Jemina's heart, and instinctively, she pulled Jared behind her.

She could sense that Godric's aura had grown several times stronger than when they were by the lake. It was a forbidden power that could only be invoked by burning a portion of one's life force.

However, Jared gently patted the back of her hand. His gaze was calm as he said, “Stand back and watch me take this old geezer down.”

Right afterward, Godric glided over like a phantom.