The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6133

All color drained from Morven's face.

He at last understood that the Jared standing here was nothing like the man who had fled before them three days earlier.

The change had nothing to do with a simple rise in cultivation level; it came from something else—

—that aura.

The same crushing presence that made the very blood in Morven's veins quiver.

It was the oppression of the Dragon Sovereign Bloodline.

Three days ago Jared had been badly wounded, his energy sealed, unable to tap the bloodline's true strength.

Today the wounds were gone, the Binding Collar had been removed, and the bloodline was fully awake.

In this moment Jared was the true Emperor Deragon.

An unnamed unease rushed through Morven; his shoulders twitched and he edged one step back.

Right then, Jared moved.

He took a single step forward.

In Morven's eyes that step flipped heaven and earth over on themselves.

An invisible weight slammed down, solid as stone, crushing against his body.

Dragon blood inside him seemed to congeal; his knees buckled and nearly hit the ground.

"No… impossible…"

He mumbled, "You're only High Immortal Realm Level Three—how can you…"

Jared offered no reply.

He merely lifted his hand and pointed at Morven.

A muffled pop rang out.

A thread of golden light shot from his fingertip.

The beam looked faint, yet the instant it appeared Morven felt death descend on him.

He tried to dodge, but his body felt nailed in place.

The gold light bored straight through his forehead.

Morven froze where he stood, the look on his face fixed forever.

A thumb-thick hole opened between his brows, dark red blood leaking out.

His mouth worked, searching for words that would never come.

Bang!

The corpse hit the ground.

Morven had fallen.

From the body, the Dragon Sovereign Seal drifted over and settled into Jared's palm.

Quentin and Silas stood stupefied.

They had not even processed what happened before Morven was already dead.

Quentin let out a furious roar and turned to flee.

Silas bolted right after him.

They had flown less than ten yards when Jared appeared before them.

"Why the hurry?"

Jared's tone stayed calm. "Weren't you here to kill me and steal my bloodline?"

Despair flashed in Quentin's eyes; he threw everything he had into a punch aimed at Jared.

Jared neither dodged nor raised a guard.

He simply stayed where he was and let the fist crash into his chest.

Bang!

The strike landed squarely.

Jared did not so much as sway, yet agony shot through Quentin's hand; every knuckle shattered.

"Y-your body…" Quentin's eyes widened.

Jared looked at him and spoke softly, "The Dragon Essence Elixir Darian gave me didn't just raise my cultivation; it tempered my flesh. My body now matches True Immortal toughness."

He raised his hand and tapped Quentin lightly on the forehead.

Quentin's brow caved in, the light in his eyes went out, and the body dropped from the sky.

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