The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5765

He merely lifted his right hand. Two fingers pressed together like a blade, he drew a line through the pulsing core where the three beast-souls converged.

No thunder pealed. No blinding aurora split the sky.

Only a filament of five-colored light, so slender it could have been a trick of the eye, flickered from his fingertip and vanished.

An instant later, a deep, metallic hum shook the air.

The Threefold Beast-Soul Array shuddered as though struck by an invisible warhammer. The spectral Titanforce Ape, Windlash Leopard, and Obsidian-Armored Rhino shrieked in despair, then burst like soap bubbles and were gone.

The three disciples who served as living keystones recoiled as if lightning had passed through their spines. Blood sprayed from their lips. Faces drained of color, they staggered back and collapsed, staring at Jared with the hollow horror of children who have seen the world end.

The array was ruined.

From the moment Jared stepped into the formation to the moment it crumbled, fewer than three heartbeats had passed.

Fast. So fast that no one in the arena had time to react. So fast that every sneer, every doubt, every half-formed insult froze on a hundred faces only to shatter under the weight of what they had just witnessed.

The Myriad Beast Altar sank into an even deeper silence than before—an oppressive, suffocating hush in which a falling needle would have sounded like a bell.

Eyes bulged, mouths hung open. To every onlooker, the scene felt less like reality and more like some impossible fable come alive in broad daylight.

He... He really broke it? With a single, lazy swipe? A Level Seven Human Immortal cultivator? Shattering the Threefold Beast-Soul Array in a blink? How could that be?

Gavin and Yvette trembled so hard their fists rattled at their sides. Every fiber of their bodies wanted to roar. Do you see now? This is the strength of the man who saved us!

High on the platform, Paxton lurched to his feet. The composed dignity he wore moments earlier fell away, replaced by raw, blazing shock.

Bartram's thick fingers yanked at his own beard until several hairs came free—he did not even notice, his round face frozen in terror-struck awe.

Arden's sneer froze. Hand shaking, he tried to point at Jared, jaw working soundlessly, yet not a single word would leave his throat.

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