The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5788

Wipe out the entire level ten with a flick of his sleeve? The notion echoed around the gathering like a bad joke no one wished to claim.

What kind of godlike strength would that demand? It's unthinkable.

"Enough with the bragging, boy!" bellowed an elder from the Infinite Soul Demon Sect, his voice rough as grinding tombstones. "A mysterious protector who can obliterate a whole heaven with a shrug?"

He jabbed a claw-thin finger toward Jared. "Do you take us for idiots? Summon this backer of yours right now! I'll slap the guts out of him in one strike—and watch him cough them onto the floor!"

The elder's tirade hissed through the cold night air, disbelief curdling into raw fury.

Hearing the man brag about knocking Arthur's guts loose, Jared merely chuckled, a low ripple that broke into bright, careless laughter.

"Hahaha! You're so dead," Jared sang, shaking his head with mock pity.

He had not even finished the taunt when, far beyond mortal sight, a silver pin-prick of light streaked through the void—silent, swift, almost imaginary.

No sentinel sensed it. No formation alarmed.

The ranting elder stiffened mid-breath, eyes glazing over before his body toppled like a felled statue. He hit the ground with a dead thud—lifeless, noiseless.

A hush gripped the terrace. Every spectator—warrior, alchemist, servant—stood frozen, mouths parted in wordless shock.

Even Sheldon and Linden stared blankly, their minds scrambling for an answer.

None of them could fathom how the elder had died so suddenly—slain by a whisper of light no one had seen, and no one could trace.

They exchanged bewildered glances. Could this really be the invisible hand of the master who stands behind Jared?

The field felt empty—no pressure, no aura—yet something had just clawed a life away before their eyes.

"I take it you believe me now?" Jared asked, a cold smile skating across his lips.

Anyone who had ever boasted they'd beat the crap out of Arthur never lived long enough to brag again.

"Master, don't listen to him," another elder barked, stepping in beside Sheldon. "I inspected that elder just now. Heart failure—sheer misfortune. No hidden master stirred a finger."

"I see—you still doubt it," Jared said, voice dipped in contempt. "Go on, insult the one who shields me. Forget him—I can butcher you myself. Want a demonstration?"

The elder's mouth opened, yet only a strangled syllable escaped.

I must be patient. I will repay the humiliation today someday in the future!

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