The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5757

"Five-Element Sword Domain—open."

A deep hum rippled through the gorge.

Color splintered across the darkness—emerald, sapphire, crimson, gold, and ivory blades of light—swelling into a vast, prismatic sphere nearly a hundred yards wide.

Inside that sphere, countless razor-slender streams of sword aura erupted, slashing in wild, elegant patterns. Time thickened to syrup; space bent like soft glass.

Every demon trapped within—whether level one or five—found their limbs mired in invisible amber. Demonic essence clogged in their veins, while the omnipresent, merciless currents of the Five-Element Sword Domain carved at flesh, armor, and soul without pause.

A wall of shrieks ripped through Jared's sword domain. The air itself seemed to wail.

Jared lifted one hand and intoned, "Time Acceleration. Spatial Fold," the words clipping out like a judge's gavel.

Space thickened and shuddered. Within the crackling halo, his figure flashed—here, there, gone—each jump stitched by the Dragonslayer Sword's cold, silver-black afterglow.

The sword moved quicker than memory. Wherever it reappeared, a demonic cultivator died—throats pierced, heads spinning away, whole torsos shredded into drifting scarlet mist.

He hunted the mid-tier Heavenly Immortal ranks first, culling their backbone. One terrified cultivator raised a Soul Shield; a single downward stroke sliced the shield and the wielder clean in half.

Another, body flickering with Ghost-Shadow Footwork, found his motions slowed by Jared's warped time field. The Dragonslayer Sword punched through his heart core, and the soul behind his eyes guttered out.

Beside Jared, the small fire unicorn loosed a thunderous roar. Magma-bright Unicorn Sacred Flame poured from its maw, searing every demon who tried to flee the perimeter.

Fire and holy power entwined—touch alone turned flesh to ash, screams to silence.

One man and one unicorn charged like a tiger into lambs. Formations shattered. The Infinite Soul Demon Sect's once-proud ranks collapsed into stumbling, panicked knots.

Crack.

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