The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5179

“What exactly is the Malevolent Path Hall?” Jared asked, genuinely puzzled.

“It’s an organization—one that collects the souls of the dead. I never dreamed they’d descend to the Third Heaven,” Saleto answered, his shock plain to see.

His words left Jared certain that the mysterious group Everett had mentioned was indeed Malevolent Path Hall.

“Are they powerful?” Jared pressed.

“Very. They’ve existed for several thousand years, gathering wandering souls wherever large numbers of cultivators die—battlefields, sect massacres, you name it.”

merge “I even heard that during a sect war in the Ninth Heaven—more than ten thousand dead—their people showed up.”

Saleto spoke in a shaken whisper.

“Oh?” Jared’s brow furrowed. “That means their strength must surpass even the Ninth Heaven.”

“Of course. They appear everywhere, yet they never join fights—only harvest souls. No one knows what they do with them,” Saleto said.

merge “And now they’ve clashed with you for reasons we still don’t understand.”

Saleto could make no sense of it.

Jared, however, understood perfectly: Malevolent Path Hall wanted Vermilion Demon Lord’s divine soul; when he refused, they attacked.

Just then, a memory of the token flickered through Jared’s mind. If those people scoured the realms for souls, the token was probably connected.

He almost asked Saleto about it, then thought better of revealing he carried the token. Better to stay silent.

“What message did they send you?” Flaxseed’s tone was grave.

He paused, a shard of killing intent flashing in his eyes. “I don’t leave my troubles for others. They’re after me. Let them come—I’ll be waiting.”

Outside the Seventh Hall, a howling came from the Darkwind Abyss. Gritty wind lashed the blue-slate tiles with sharp cracks, a drummer beating out death.

Inside, Saleto’s voice quivered beyond control. The communication device had already been ground to dust in his fist, the grit sifting through his fingers.

Jhaelyn clutched Jemina’s hand so tightly that both sets of knuckles blanched. Even Flaxseed, forcing calm, kept glancing toward the cave mouth, Adam’s apple bobbing.

Hands clasped behind his back, Jared stood at the stone door. His gaze pierced the thick rock to the roiling black clouds beyond.

Spiritual energy coiled around him like a crouching beast—still on the surface, but ready to spring.

Inside its sheath, the Dragonslayer Sword hummed, sensing the battle to come. A faint golden glow bled along the blade.