The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5819

A ragged, rasping laugh split the dusk. "Hahaha! Today marks the end of your precious Mystic Sky Sword Sect, Linden Cloudridge!"

Sheldon hovered behind a phalanx of wailing phantom serpents. Each writhing coil merged into a vast Soul-Devouring Demon Dragon that slammed its spectral skull against the faltering barrier. "When this grand array breaks, I will butcher every last one of you—for the humiliation you dealt me before!"

Beside him, Garth bellowed, an axe the size of a wagon wheel cleaving down on the light barrier and sending ripples sky-high. "Don't forget those working with Paxton and that d*mned Jared Chance. When this sword sect falls, they'll be next. I'll mount their skulls above my sect's hall!"

Linden's expression sharpened to glass-edged calm. "Disciples of Mystic Sky Sword—hear me! Where the sword stands, we stand. If the sword falls, we fall. Hold the gate—fight to the death! Prepare the Seven-Star Doomblade!" he commanded.

"Yes! Fight to the death!" the entire sect roared, their voices rising like unsheathed steel.

They all understood the weight of that order. The Seven-Star Doomblade was their sect's last gambit. Once triggered, the accumulated sword intent of seven peaks would erupt in a single cataclysm—obliterating foes while shattering the grand array itself. It was a promise of mutual destruction, the final vow of a cornered blade.

Soon, the battle descended into a red-stained nightmare.

With every breath, another disciple fell, spilling life across the stone steps. With every heartbeat, a Demon Sect disciple or Melded Beastkin warrior was shredded by blinding sword energy.

And still, beneath that storm of death, the barrier's glow continued to fade—its collapse now visible to the naked eye.

At that very moment, near the mouth of the Blazefire Secret Realm's tunnel, heat-hazed air rippled.

Jared emerged before Clara and the waiting strike team—his cloak still smoking with ember-glow, his eyes reflecting the distant, dying light of the besieged sect.

The instant Jared stepped forward, the air inside the cavern seemed to kink around him. Though he still kept his breath held tight, unfathomable depth and pressure leaked through the cracks. Even Reiner's pupils contracted. My goodness... It has only been a few days, and he has completely transformed. What on earth did he find inside that crystal tower?

"Mr. Chance!"

"Mr. Chance—over here!"

Clara rushed toward him as though grabbing at the last piece of daylight. Formalities forgotten, she thrust a vibrating communication charm into his palm, her shoulders trembling with barely caged panic.

"Mr. Chance, Mystic Sky Sword Sect has sent word that Infinite Soul Demon Sect has joined forces with Melded Beastkin Sacred Sect. They are storming the Sword Sect as we speak. Our defense formation is moments from collapse. Father has already opened the preparatory stance of the Seven-Star Doomblade, which means he's ready to perish together with the enemies. Please save them, Mr. Chance! We need you!"

Paxton and the others blanched. Color drained from every face in an instant.

If Mystic Sky Sword Sect fell, Myriad Beast Sect remnants would lose their final ally. The next spear of the Demon Sect would undoubtedly be thrust straight at them.

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