The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6113

"We are envoys of the Sky Dragon Clan."

He stepped forward; power rippled around him, part draconic majesty, part demonic chill:

"As for why we're after you…"

Morven kept his eyes glued to Jared, and for one very clear heartbeat greed flashed across those pupils.

"Because the Dragon Sovereign Bloodline running through you is already ours. We're taking it, no matter what."

Jared's gaze hardened, the pupils tightening like drawn wire.

Dragon Sovereign Bloodline?

That was it. These people were here for exactly that reason.

Morven went on, "Young Master Chance, with that blood in your veins you should have ruled the Draconians. Too bad you're far too weak."

He shook his head, wearing the look of someone pitying a doomed man. "A common man with a priceless gem never lives long—you know the saying."

Jared looked straight at him and let an unexpected laugh spill out.

"Understand? Of course I understand."

He wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and, with a level stare, asked, "So are you planning to kill me or haul me away?"

Morven considered for a blink. "We meant to take you alive, but you run too much. Dragging you along is trouble, so…"

He lifted his hand; a dark-red light gathered in his palm. "We'll kill you. We can draw the bloodline from a corpse just the same."

Jared drew a deep breath, and raw power stirred inside his veins.

Behind him, the phantom of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon took shape.

Battered, shackled, suppressed—none of it mattered. Jared Chance never waited quietly for death.

"Come on."

He stared at the three shapes in front of him, unbowed. "Show me what you Draconian traitors can really do."

A flicker of respect crossed Morven's eyes. "Spine, I'll give you that. Unfortunately—"

He didn't finish. His body blinked forward, rushing Jared like a scarlet bolt.

In the gray edge of dawn the dark-red glow burst open.

Jared met the charge head-on.

Golden dragon light rammed into the crimson blast.

Boom!

The crash rattled the sky itself.

Jared spun backward and slammed into the ground hard.

He tried to push up, but blood sprayed from his mouth before his arms could lock.

The gulf in strength was brutal.

Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Two against three opponents sitting at High Immortal Realm Level Nine.

If the Binding Collar were gone he would have stood fearless.

Right now, tricked by The Janis Family and boxed in by three Level-Nine foes, even he had no certainty.

Worse, he had no clue if more hunters from the family or the Celestial Palace might appear any minute.

He hadn't been in the Fourteenth Firmament long, yet enemies were sprouting everywhere.

Morven strode up and looked down on him. "Young Master Chance, it's over."

He raised his hand again; that dark-red light gathered once more.

Lying on the dirt, Jared stared at the sky—and suddenly smiled.

The smile lay quiet, unruffled.

The crimson blast came crashing down.

Just then—

Roar…

A dragon's roar ripped across heaven and earth.

A shaft of gold plunged from above and planted itself between Jared and the blow.

Morven's attack slammed into the gold and stopped cold.

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