The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5232

Inside the grand hall of Blackshade Demon Palace, Lunaria—her silver eyes rimmed with impatience—paced before a throne of obsidian bone. She had dispatched countless search parties to hunt Jared and Flaxseed, yet every team returned empty-handed, their silence gnawing at her composure.

“Useless, every last one of you!”

The word cracked like a whip. Lunaria’s palm slammed onto the stone table; delicate porcelain shattered, tea spraying across the marble floor. “So many soldiers, and none of you can find two men. Tell me—why should I keep feeding you?”

Not long ago, she and her retinue had ventured up to level five, only to discover that their strength counted for little there. Lunaria herself had barely escaped an ambush. Humbled, they scurried back to level four, convinced that Jared and Flaxseed must have done the same through some hidden rift.

She scattered scouts across every ravine and pass, yet the hills remained silent.

Her subordinates now knelt beneath the throne’s shadow, trembling hard enough to rattle their armor.

“My lady—Jared and Flaxseed have arrived,” a guard burst in, voice raw with panic. “They’ve brought another man with them, and they are killing their way toward our gates!”

“What?” Lunaria’s violet lips parted in surprise, then curled into a wicked smile. “I was about to hunt them down, and instead they gift-wrap themselves?”

“They’re already outside the palace walls,” the guard stammered.

“Sound the call,” Lunaria ordered, her voice cold as moonlight. “Every disciple assemble at once. We meet them head-on.”

Moments later, ranks of Blackshade Guards lined the courtyard, crimson banners snapping above their heads.

Three silhouettes dropped from the clouds like falling stars and landed before the assembled defenders—the calm Jared, the broad-shouldered Kishor, and the ever-grinning Flaxseed.

He drew the Dragonslayer Sword. Golden light carved the air into jagged ribbons while Wandering Immortal Realm Level Seven power flooded the battlefield in roaring waves.

Flaxseed lounged at the edge of the chaos, eyes narrowed, fingers flexing around hidden talismans. He would intervene the instant Lunaria tried to flee—her fate, he had already decided, belonged to him.

My palace will fall today if this continues. Panic flickered through Lunaria’s gaze, yet pride crushed her fear. With a sharp breath she hurled herself toward Jared, determination burning hotter than terror.

“Show me what passes for skill!” she cried. Her whip cracked like a living serpent. Jared met it head-on, steel ringing against braided leather. Gold and crimson sparks sprayed, screeching louder than shattered glass while the two blurred through parry and riposte.

Lunaria had ascended to fourth tier of the Earthly Immortal Realm, stronger than before. Yet Jared, strengthened by the Purifying Lotus, now stood at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Seven and wielded experience honed by endless battles. For a breathless stretch they fought as equals, neither giving nor gaining ground.