The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5222

“H-how are you back so fast?” Flaxseed stammered, retreating until his spine struck the door. The clan leader token in his fist dug sharply into his palm. Seraphina’s laugh cut through the lantern-lit hush. “You thought that pup outside could really detain me?” She stepped closer, gaze drifting to the token. Surprise flickered, then dark delight. “A clan leader token—so you’re one of the Flaxseed clan.”

Flaxseed’s stomach dropped, yet he forced his chin high. “Yes, and I’m here to avenge them.”

Seraphina cocked her head, red sleeves swaying like flames. “Avenge them? With what—bravado and that trinket? I helped erase your kin years ago. Tell me, little relic-keeper, exactly how do you plan to balance that ledger?”

Flaxseed’s temper ignited the instant the words left Seraphina’s lips. He hurled himself at her with a roar, the raw vow of a cornered beast—“I’ll kill you!”—but fury could not make up the gulf between their power. She merely raised a hand. A silent shock wave—cold, invisible, merciless—slammed into him. Bones rattled, blood splashed across his lips, and his body cartwheeled backward before skidding along the marble floor.

Seraphina, now a fourth tier Earthly Immortal Realm cultivator, advanced one heel at a time, the hem of her crimson robe whispering over polished stone. A sliver of cruelty sparkled behind her lashes. “You delivered yourself to my doorstep, Flaxseed. Don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Before her next step could fall, an explosion battered the palace doors. Crimson dust and shattered tile rattled from the ceiling.

Through the smoke boomed a familiar voice. “Mr. Flaxseed, hurry!”

Jared burst into view, aura blazing as he tore a path toward the exit. Wiping the blood from his chin, Flaxseed staggered upright and lunged past toppled columns, chasing the sliver of daylight Jared had opened.

Seraphina flinched at the fresh chorus of detonations and steel-on-steel clamors rolling in from outside. Rage flared across her face, yet every blast forced her to parry, trapping her on the palace threshold while her prey slipped farther away.

Beyond the ruined archway Flaxseed spotted Jared sword-locked with half a dozen Crimson Coil Sect elites. Gashes striped Jared’s arms; each breath looked costly.

“Jared!” Flaxseed shouted, dragging what strength he had left toward the fray.

“Stay back—go!” Jared barked, shoulders surging with a burst of power that flung his attackers in a ringing circle of steel. “I’ll find you once I break loose!”

Flaxseed crashed through knotted undergrowth, lungs rasping. The dagger-stabs Seraphina left in his organs flared hotter with every leap, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. Behind him the Crimson Coil Sect warriors—half man, half serpent—glided between trunks, their scaled bodies faster than wind. Each breath tasted of iron, yet terror kept his feet striking earth.

Thud!

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