The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5215

Flaxseed’s aura guttered like a wind-blown candle. His skin had gone the color of old parchment, and his knees buckled so hard he stumbled three steps backward, every ounce of spiritual energy drained from his veins.

Sensing that single breath of vulnerability, Jared pivoted on his heel. The Dragonslayer Sword flashed from its scabbard, a silver comet arcing beneath the torchlight, and he drove the point straight toward Baldric’s exposed chest.

Baldric’s attention had still been snagged on the elder; the blade punched through flesh and bone before he could weave a defense. Blood fountained from his lips as the impact hurled him across the chamber like a broken doll.

“Move!” Jared roared, his voice cracking through the smoke like a whip. He seized Flaxseed by the forearm, hauled the exhausted charm master to his feet, and sprinted for the hidden corridor that led out of the secret room.

Behind them Baldric and the elder struggled to rise, but injuries left the pair nailed to the floor. They could do nothing except watch their prey vanish into the gloom.

Jared and Flaxseed burst from Blackwind Stronghold and pounded westward, hearts hammering in sync with each desperate footfall. Their only hope was to reach the ravines skirting Nine Serpent Mountain before the bandits rallied and gave chase.

After running several dozen miles, they found a narrow grotto veiled by thorny brush. Inside, the air tasted of damp stone and old moss—a perfect hiding place. They collapsed onto the ground, lungs heaving, limbs trembling from exertion.

Flaxseed looked ghost-pale; forcing that ancestral talisman moments earlier had wrung him dry. Even lifting his hand felt like pushing against lead.

“Focus on your breathing,” Jared murmured, pressing a single tonic pill into Flaxseed’s palm. While the older man settled into meditation, Jared stationed himself at the cave mouth, spiritual awareness unfurling across the forest like an invisible net.

Tonight’s skirmish delivered a cruel lesson—they had vastly underestimated their foes. Baldric was fearsome, but the hooded elder behind him radiated strength perilously near the fifth tier of Earthly Immortal Realm—more power than Jared had imagined lurking on the frontier.

“Jared, that jerk was something else,” Flaxseed said, voice thin but defiant as he guided the pill’s energy through his starved meridians. “If I hadn’t sprung my ancestor’s talisman—and if my own strength weren’t crawling back—I’d be a corpse right now.”

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