The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5220

Hidden deep inside the tangled heart of the forest, the two men settled into stillness. Every heartbeat slowed, every breath measured, as they waited for the patrol’s rhythm to fracture. Soon a solitary figure appeared—a snake demon in an emerald gown, basket swinging lightly from her arm as though she were no more than a village herbalist searching for moss. Her power barely brushed the first tier of the Earthly Immortal Realm, and she paid the shadows around her little mind.

Jared’s gaze sharpened. “She’s the one.”

One subtle tilt of Jared’s chin was all the signal Flaxseed needed. They sprang together—two blurs flickering between trees. Jared flashed in behind the woman and struck the base of her neck with a knife-hand blow. The emerald basket toppled; the demoness sagged with a muted groan and slipped into darkness.

Flaxseed caught her before she hit the ground, then hauled the limp body into a thicket so dense even moonlight hesitated to enter.

He gave her cheek a brisk slap. “Up you get,” he muttered, coaxing consciousness back into her eyes.

The moment she woke, terror gleamed in her pupils. She drew breath to scream—Flaxseed clamped a hand over her mouth before the sound was born. His voice dropped to a razor’s edge. “No noise. Try it, and the next thing you feel will be cold steel where it hurts most.”

The threat—simple, brutal, unmistakable—drove every thought of protest from her mind. She nodded so hard the emerald pins in her hair rattled.

Jared shot Flaxseed a withering look—some habits, it seemed, the old rogue would never outgrow. Flaxseed removed his hand but kept his stare locked on the captive. “Answer a few questions and you walk away intact. Lie, and my blade will make certain you remember me forever.”

“W-Who are you? What do you want?” Her voice trembled like a reed in floodwater.

“Our names don’t matter,” Jared said coolly. “Tell me—was the Lord of Greenscale Gorge killed by Blackwind Stronghold?” She hesitated, then gave a tiny nod. “Y-Yes. He... he died horribly.”

“And what is Crimson Coil Sect planning in response?”

“Our leader has summoned every expert in the sect. We’ll march on Blackwind Stronghold for blood. Greenscale Gorge and Crimson Coil Sect share one lineage—his death cannot go unanswered.”

“Who else is willing to side with you? Any outside powers?” She shook her head. “None. The other factions are either tied to Blackwind Stronghold or too frightened of the fallout to help us.”

Jared’s brow tightened. That isn’t what I expected.

Could the old massacre have involved only Blackshade Demon Palace and Blackwind Stronghold? Unable to hold back, Flaxseed blurted, “Then tell me—what do you know about the extermination of the Flaxseed clan twenty-eight centuries ago?”

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