The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6311

Malachy looked at Jared, the corner of his mouth lifting just a little.

"Jared." His voice came out low and lazy, like a lion dozing in the afternoon sun. "I've heard your name for a long time."

Jared walked to the foot of the platform and stopped.

Then he lifted his head and looked straight at Malachy.

"Lord of Shadow Hall, I'm here to take the Reincarnation Core."

He went straight to the point.

No pleasantries. No small talk.

Malachy's smile locked for a beat. He clearly hadn't expected Jared to come at him that directly.

The demonic cultivators in the palace froze too.

They had seen countless people come to Shade Abyss to seek an audience with the Hall Master.

Some came begging for mercy. Some came to pay their respects. Some came bearing gifts. Some came to talk alliance. Not one of them had ever dared to speak like this.

He had just said, "I'm here to take the Reincarnation Core," as if the greatest treasure of the demon Shadow Hall were nothing more than a rock lying in his own rear court.

Malachy Vane went quiet for a moment.

Then he smiled.

It was a faint smile, so faint it barely showed.

But a trace of amusement flickered through his eyes.

"The Reincarnation Core is the treasured relic of our demon Shadow Hall, and you think you can just take it because you said so?"

Jared looked at him and said nothing.

Malachy Vane rose from the throne and stepped down from the high platform.

The way he moved carried an easy grace, like a stroll through his own garden.

But every step held a terrifying weight of power.

By the time he stopped in front of Jared, it seemed like the air around them had turned solid.

The pressure of a True Immortal Realm Level Seven cultivator came down like a mountain.

Jared did not give an inch.

Chaotic force surged through his body.

Violet radiance flowed over his skin and quietly dissolved that pressure away.

His face stayed still, his gaze clear, as if Malachy Vane's pressure was nothing more than a passing breeze.

Malachy Vane's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Interesting," he murmured.

He lifted a hand.

A mass of black radiance gathered in his palm.

That radiance was not demonic aura.

It was something older than that, purer than that.

Chaotic demonic aura.

Legend said the demon progenitor had cultivated this very power.

It could devour anything, corrode anything, destroy anything.

"Let me see what you're really capable of."

Malachy Vane struck out with his palm.

The strike was slow.

So slow Jared could see every line etched into his palm.

But the power packed inside that one palm was enough to flatten the mountain peak.

Jared did not dodge.

He raised his right hand and met it with a palm strike of his own.

The violet chaotic force crashed into the black chaotic demonic aura.

There was no explosion. No thunderous blast. Just one low, heavy hum.

Between their palms, the two powers twisted together.

They devoured each other. Merged into each other.

Violet radiance and black radiance coiled around each other like two giant dragons locked in a fight.

The space around them started to warp, and the air let out a sharp, tearing screech.

The demonic cultivators inside the palace blanched and stumbled back one after another.

A full-force strike from a True Immortal Realm Level Seven was enough to flatten the entire palace.

But Jared had actually stopped it.

With only Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Eight cultivation, he had actually blocked a full-force strike from a True Immortal Realm Level Seven.

Malachy Vane's eyes lit up.

"Good!" he roared, pulling his palm back.

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