The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5225

Inside Jared’s body, muffled thunder answered—the wall of Wandering Immortal Realm Level Six splintered like a levee smashed by floodwater.

He sank cross-legged, steering the surging energy straight at the weakening barrier.

“Y-You’re about to break through?”

Just then, Seraphina swept in with her pursuers; spotting Jared mid-breakthrough, a feral grin twisted her lips. “Fate smiles on me—Bone-rot Swamp will be your grave.”

Scarlet whip-shadows lashed out like venomous snakes. Flaxseed threw himself in front of Jared, offering his own body as a shield.

Jared’s eyes snapped open an instant before impact; the force of Wandering Immortal Realm Level Seven erupted from him like a tidal wave.

“Out of my sight!”

Golden sword energy exploded into a circular wall, shattering every crimson lash.

Jared blinked forward; the Dragonslayer Sword screamed toward Seraphina’s heart.

Terror flooded her features—never had she imagined he could advance in this accursed swamp, let alone gain such power so quickly.

She flung up her primordial magical item Crimson Serpent Shield, but the blade’s impact drove her stumbling back, blood streaking the corner of her mouth.

“How can your cultivation level rise this fast?”

No one shattered a boundary in the blink of an eye; even a minor advance demanded time and safety.

Yet Jared had done it amid poison fog and ravenous beasts, a feat that clawed at her sanity.

The impossibility of it left her trembling.

He pushed himself upright, eyes narrowing toward the swamp’s darker heart. “We can’t linger. We cross Bone-rot Swamp tonight.”

After a brief rest they pressed on. Purifying Lotus energy pulsed through their limbs, turning every treacherous step into a swift stride over mud that had slowed them hours before.

Venomous vines snapped, sinkholes yawned, and spectral reptiles hissed from stagnant pools, but each threat shattered beneath Jared’s newly forged strength, leaving the swamp’s dangers to wither behind them like shadows at dawn.

Several hours later an amber glow spread through the fog. Ahead lay the swamp’s edge—and freedom.

Beyond the muck rose a sun-drenched forest, alive with birdsong and gold-flecked leaves. Flaxseed whooped, “We’re out!” and sprinted toward the trees. Jared followed, relief loosening the tension in his chest—until something bright winked at the swamp’s rim. He slowed, drawn by the glitter half-buried in black sludge.

Kneeling, he pried free a palm-sized ebony token etched with a leering skull. A cold tremor rippled through him. “Malevolent Path Hall,” he muttered. He had seen such symbols back on level four. If their assassins had wandered this far, the web surrounding the Flaxseed clan—and himself—was wider than he feared.

He slipped the token into his cloak, an uneasy weight settling beside his heart.