The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5188

“Your clan?”

The black-robed elder let out a rasping cackle, as though Jared had just delivered the punch line of a joke. “I have guarded this range for a century,” he sneered, “and never once knew that. The Nine Serpent Mountain has belonged to no one for ages. Blackshade Demon Palace took it, therefore it is ours. What right does a lowly human have to question me? Begone—unless you have decided you want to die.”

Fury blazed across Flaxseed’s scarred face. His remaining spiritual power surged, dull yet formidable. Both palms flew through a flurry of seals, and a gigantic earthen hand—mud-brown and jagged—crashed toward the elder with mountain-splitting force.

“Pathetic.” The elder’s lips curled. He could not be bothered to summon a weapon. One careless flick of his sleeve sent a condensed claw of demonic aura raking forward. The claw shredded the earthen palm, then continued on, smashing into Flaxseed’s chest.

Blood burst from Flaxseed’s mouth. He shot backward like a cut kite, slammed into the ground, and left a deep crater in the rocky soil.

Jared’s eyes went cold. In a blur, he appeared before the fallen Flaxseed, Dragonslayer Sword leveled at the elder. “A demon dares act so brazenly in front of me?”

The elder ran an appraising gaze over him. Noting Jared’s cultivation level, the elder snorted. “Another cub who doesn’t know the height of the heavens. Kill a few witless beasts, and you think you can strut through the Fourth Heaven? The gulf between Earthly Immortals and Wandering Immortals is beyond your imagination.”

“Is that so?” A thin, icy smile crossed Jared’s mouth. “Then let me see just how terrifying an Earthly Immortal truly is.”

“Nothing is impossible,” Jared answered, his voice echoing like a wind from the abyss. “You called humans lowly, claimed the chasm between us cannot be crossed. Watch closely—I’ll show you how ridiculous that arrogance looks from where I stand.”

His aura exploded. His cultivation trembled, on the verge of achieving a breakthrough. Arcane runes surfaced along the sword, and the very air quivered under the rising pressure.

“Break!” The sword became a streak of light, too swift to follow. The seemingly understated strike carried the pure, blazing power that dispels illusion, severs deceit, and annihilates evil—the bane of every demon.