The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5527

"Your... your cultivation climbed again?" Drystan stammered, face white as chalk. "Impossible! No one advances that fast!"

"Nothing impossible about it," Jared replied, tone flat. "Real strength is carved through talent and endless work, not stolen through your filthy little tricks."

With a crack of displaced air, he flashed forward, a thunderbolt in human form.

Panicked, Drystan flooded his meridians with celestial energy, but the gulf between them was an abyss he could not cross.

Jared's fist hammered into Drystan's chest—one perfect, devastating strike that seemed to ignore bone and armor alike.

Blood burst from Drystan's lips as he sailed backward like a broken kite, smashing into the floor hard enough to leave a crater.

A wet cough tore free—another spray of scarlet.

He tried to rise; his legs felt poured from lead, his body an unresponsive stranger.

"You..." Drystan whispered, terror eclipsing the pain.

"I promised you a swift death," Jared said, gaze indifferent.

He lifted his palm, lethal light gathering across the skin.

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