The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5783

Before an ocean of spectators, the two apex predators of this realm strode forward: Sheldon Soulsby of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect and Linden Cloudridge of the Mystic Sky Sword Sect. Heavenly Immortal, level seven, against Heavenly Immortal, level seven—the single duel that would steer the fate of the entire campaign.

Sheldon's demonic essence erupted, coiling into a night-black serpent so massive it bore nine fanged heads. Each maw hissed with hunger as the creature inhaled the world—air, light, even color—into its cavernous throats.

Across the field, Linden raised his sword intent to its perfect apex. Man and blade fused, becoming a sky-splitting arc of cyan steel that blazed upright like dawn piercing midnight. Nine serpent heads lunged—some spewing corrosive hellfire, others looping in constricting knots or howling with mind-shattering shrieks.

The sword aura answered as a silver river from the stars, splitting into rain-sharp shards, then re-gathering into a single needle that sought the beast's every hidden joint.

With each collision, the land quaked as though planets had collided, shockwaves shredding the clouds before they could even thunder.

The ground buckled, splintered, then melted to magma under the pressure of huge forces colliding.

What raged between the two masters was no longer mere swordplay or sorcery. It was doctrine hammering doctrine—law smashing against law.

Every roar from the nine-headed serpent dragged rivers of gloom from the underworld; space warped, soil boiled, and whole ridges liquefied to lava.

The monster was not simple energy. It carried within each scaled plate the wrath of countless sacrificed souls—resentment congealed into armor.

Any ordinary Heavenly Immortal cultivator who drifted too near risked instant madness under that tidal malice.

Linden's sword aura answered with purifying radiance. It rose like a midsummer sun, every ray scorching corruption to ash.

He was in full concentration, merging with his sword as one. Each slash, thrust, and parry distilled the deepest secrets of the Mystic Sky Sword Manual—ancient, austere figures that, at the final instant, always found the serpent's solitary weak scale and stabbed truth through deceit.

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