The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5300

Jared drew a steady breath, then drove the Dragonslayer Sword straight into the floor.

At once, black-gold marked aura poured down the blade and roared into the stone beneath his feet.

The ground bulged, and dragon-shaped shockwaves—dozens of them—burst upward. Midair, they braided into a single five-clawed black dragon, savage and ferocious.

“Dragon's power, subdue!”

The dragon reared back and roared. The blast rattled glazed roof tiles loose, sending them clattering like lethal hail.

With a whip of its tail, the beast hurled its entire body against the golden greatsword.

Boom!

Holy power in radiant gold tangled with black-gold Power of Dragons, twisting into a storm of raw force that everyone could see.

At the eye of the storm, space warped. The shockwave slammed into the Holy Light Sect elders, who couldn't dodge in time. They spat blood and crashed unconscious against marble pillars.

Outside the threshold, Flaxseed and Corin felt their hearts leap. Each collision, they realized, carried enough might to erase a beginner-phase Earthly Immortal Realm cultivator without effort.

Yet Jared—only at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine—had met an Earthly Immortal Realm Level Eight's full strike head-on.

“That kid is an absolute monster!” Flaxseed exclaimed.

Having dealt with the disciples, Flaxseed and Corin burst inside. The charm in Flaxseed's fist had been crushed out of shape.

Corin's expression was grave. “Santino hasn't even gone all out. He's still testing Jared's hand.”

His sentence was still hanging when a sharp crack split the air within the palace.

Within the swirling maelstrom, a fracture traced across the golden greatsword, while the black dragon's body flickered, edges starting to unravel like smoke in the wind.

Jared spat a mouthful of blood, his face sheet-white. Forcing dragon's power through his meridians had overloaded them; his spiritual energy now churned in chaotic eddies.

His fist, sheathed in searing gold, drew back. Holy light coiled around the knuckles, promising to incinerate anything it touched.

The punch traveled slowly—almost lazily—yet every avenue of escape collapsed behind its advance. Long before the blow arrived, the heat alone singed Jared's skin.

Jared's pupils contracted to pinpoints. He swallowed the surge of blood rampaging inside his veins and lifted the Dragonslayer Sword across his chest, willing the surrounding marked aura into a half-formed shield.

Clang!

Fist met sword and spectral shield with the toll of a bell. A tidal force slammed through Jared's arms, numbing them to the elbows. The Dragonslayer Sword nearly flew from his grasp.

His boots plowed twin trenches across the cracked floor until his back smashed into a crumbling pillar. Only then did he stop, coughing up another bright scarlet arc that splattered the broken tiles.

Santino showed no mercy. The six crystalline wings beat once, and his figure flickered through the shattered hall like a vengeful ghost. Each reappearance came with a storm of blows—golden fists, razor-edged wing strokes, and thin spears of sanctified light fired between his fingers.

Speed and power worthy of an Earthly Immortal Realm Level Eight cultivator pressed in from every side, denying Jared even a heartbeat to breathe.