The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5182

Every wraith wore a snarling mask of hate, so thick with malice that the very air grew viscous around them.

“Netherworld Ghost Claw!”

Dioz’s fingers curled; colossal black talons materialized and ripped at the void, lunging for Jared with space-rending force.

“Jared’s focus sharpened; he could taste the danger. Dioz’s strength dwarfed anything the Shadow Pavilion Devotees and Blood Guards could unleash.

A true Earthly Immortal, Jared realized, refusing even a breath of carelessness.”

“Break!”

Golden sword energy shaped like a raging dragon erupted from the Dragonslayer Sword, meeting the black claw head-on.

Boom!

The plaza vanished beneath the blast. The Seventh Hall’s Mountain Defense Formation shattered; rooftiles poured down like rain. Jared staggered back several steps, blood rising to his lips. Dioz, flung a few hundred meters away, looked no better, the shadows beneath his hood deepening.

“Well now,” Dioz said, licking a speck of blood from his lip, a feverish light in his eyes. “It’s been ages since a Wandering Immortal survived one of my strikes. You’ve earned the honor of my full strength.”

“Nether Grand Art—Ten Thousand Ghost Soul Devour!”

Seals flashed between his fingers. The nine banners trembled violently, and wraiths frothed forth like a flood, knitting into a vast ghost formation that walled Jared in. Phantoms shrieked and swarmed, hungry for his very soul.

“Save the sales pitch!” Jared roared. “If you want the token, come take it!”

“Then die for your stubbornness.” Murder flashed in Dioz’s eyes. “Nether Soulfire!”

A flick of his finger, and ghost-blue flames ignited upon the banners, drifting toward Jared like sentient spirits. Air hissed and burned wherever they passed. Jared felt the dread crouched within that fire—one lick would incinerate flesh and soul alike.

“Flying Dragon Ascends!”

He vaulted skyward. Golden sword light wove once more into a dragon, this one soaring with heaven-rending speed toward the oncoming flames.

Dragon met fire in a blast of blinding light. The blue flame split, but lashed back, devouring golden scales until the dragon shrank, sputtered, and finally vanished into sparks—leaving Jared alone amid the swirling embers, sword still raised, eyes still burning with unyielding flame.