The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6249

Up on Saintlight Peak, Aurelius saw that scene, and his pupils tightened again.

"Jared? He came too?"

A bad feeling rose hard in Aurelius's chest.

Skylar alone had already been enough to give him a pounding headache.

Now Jared was here too—the same Jared who could kill a True Immortal with a single palm strike. If those two joined forces...

No. That wasn't right.

Aurelius caught it at once. The air between Jared and Skylar didn't look anything like an alliance.

What hung there was something carved down to the bone.

The kind of hatred that only ended when one side died.

It was so thick that even through the Mountain-Guarding Grand Array, he could still feel it clearly.

"They're... enemies?"

Something shifted in Aurelius.

The fear in his eyes slowly drained away, and in its place came a flicker of anticipation, along with the look of an old fox starting to scheme.

The enemy of his enemy was his friend.

If he could use Jared to keep Skylar tied down, or use Skylar to get rid of Jared, either outcome would do nothing but benefit the Celestial Basilica.

And if the two of them tore each other apart, that would be even better.

He could sit back, reap the reward, and wipe out both of these major threats in one sweep.

He pressed those calculations down and kept his gaze fixed on the mountain foot below.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

At the mountain foot, Skylar looked at Jared, and the smile at his mouth deepened.

"Jared, we meet again."

His tone stayed easy, casual, like he was greeting an old friend. There was even a trace of leisure in it.

"Your injuries healed? Good. Faster than I expected."

Jared stared at Skylar. The look in his eyes cut like blades, sharp enough to strip flesh from bone if a glare alone could do it.

"Skylar, where's Josephine?"

He didn't circle around it. His voice came out cold, each word slow and hard, like he was forcing it through clenched teeth.

Skylar smiled. There was something in it that toyed with him, something that mocked him, and something else underneath it that refused to show itself clearly.

"Josephine? She's my senior sister, so of course she's with me. What, you want to see her? You want her to stab you a few more times with that fire sword?"

Jared's fist tightened until the knuckles turned white. His nails sank deep into his palm, and blood slipped through his fingers and dripped down.

"What did you do to Josephine? Why doesn't she remember me?"

Skylar tilted his head. His tone stayed light, but a chill flashed through his eyes. "I didn't do anything. She just... finally woke up. She stopped letting a mortal insect like you cloud her mind, and she found her real self again. You should be happy for her. After all, she finally got rid of dead weight like you."

The gold around Jared churned harder, his golden draconic energy rolling off him like a mad dragon about to tear free.

"Skylar, I don't care what game you're playing, but listen to me. I will help Josephine get her memories back. And everything you put on her, I'll pay back a hundredfold!" Jared roared.

Skylar shook his head and let out a sigh. He looked exactly like someone watching a child too stubborn to turn back, with pity in it and contempt right beside it.

"Jared, you're still this naive. You think anything changes if she remembers you? You think those so-called feelings between you really matter that much?" He paused.

When he spoke again, his gaze had gone cold, like ice that had never once seen thaw.

"In front of absolute power, feelings are a joke. You can't even beat me, so what are you going to use to protect her? What are you going to use to bring back her memories?"

Every word out of Skylar's mouth landed in Jared like another blade driven in deeper.

Jared said nothing more.

He slowly raised his right hand and curled his five fingers in the air, as if closing them around something that wasn't there yet.

The Dragonslayer Sword appeared out of nowhere.

Its blade was black as ink, threaded with fine golden dragon sigils that flowed across the steel like living things, and a low sword-cry rolled off it.

That sword-cry carried the weight of the Draconians, the pride of the Dragon Emperor, and a resolve that wouldn't stop until one of them was dead.

The blade gave a slight tremor, like it was answering its master's fury.

"Then let me see what you've really got."

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