The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6341

At dawn on the third day, the first strand of sunlight pierced through the heavy black smoke and fell across the sky.

Jared and the Tribunal Venerable still faced each other in the void.

Both of them were covered in wounds, and both of their auras had thinned to almost nothing.

Even the air around them had turned strangely heavy. Aside from their ragged breathing, the only sound left was the occasional faint clink of arms meeting.

"Jared, you... What kind of monster are you?"

The Tribunal Venerable's voice shook on the way out.

He had never imagined that one day, a cultivator at the Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Nine would be able to push him this far.

After three days and three nights of savage fighting, he had burned through most of his spiritual power and taken heavy injuries.

And Jared was still standing in front of him.

Jared still had the strength to fight.

Jared said nothing.

His throat was clogged with blood. All he could manage was a weak, rough breath.

He raised the purple-gray longsword and charged the Tribunal Venerable again.

That strike drained the last thread of chaotic force from his body.

Even so, the purple-gray light running along the blade still blazed bright.

A vicious glint cut through the Tribunal Venerable's eyes. He also squeezed out his last bit of spiritual power and swung his sword to meet him head-on.

Gold, purple, and gray light slammed into each other again.

This time, there was no earth-shattering shockwave.

There was only a faint sound of impact.

The two of them were blasted backward at the same time. They crashed hard onto the ground, coughed up a huge mouthful of golden blood, and never got back up.

Jared lay facedown on the ground, his body covered in wounds. His chaotic force was completely spent, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

But his eyes still held their light.

And at the corner of his mouth, there was still the faintest trace of a smile.

He had won.

At the very least, he hadn't lost.

He had stopped the Tribunal Venerable.

He had kept everyone alive.

Not far away, the Tribunal Venerable lay sprawled on the ground. His golden robe was soaked through with blood, the wounds on his body had already started festering, and his holy radiance had vanished completely.

With great difficulty, he lifted his head and looked toward Jared.

His eyes were filled with shock and utter disbelief.

He was the number one expert in the Fifteenth Firmament, a True Immortal Realm Level Eight powerhouse. And yet he had been driven into a mutual ruin by a cultivator at the Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Nine.

If word of this got out, his reputation would be shredded. The Tribunal's authority would go with it.

In the distance, the celestial elites saw the Tribunal Venerable badly wounded and rushed over at once. They crowded around him, their faces thrown into disorder.

"Hall Master! Hall Master, how are you?"

The Tribunal Venerable gave a difficult wave of his hand. His voice came out thin, but the authority in it left no room to question him.

"Help... help me up. Retreat... retreat!"

He knew there was no killing Jared today.

If they stayed any longer, the celestial elites would only pay a devastating price.

And with injuries like these, he needed treatment immediately.

"Hall Master, what about Jared?" a celestial cultivator asked carefully.

The Tribunal Venerable looked at Jared. Something dark flashed through his eyes, sharp and unfinished.

"Leave... leave him. Next time, I'll take that dog's life myself!"

After saying that, he let the celestial elites support him and struggled to his feet. Then he started slowly back toward the Tribunal.

A thousand celestial elites followed tight behind him. Every one of them looked battered, and none of that earlier arrogance was left.

Far off, Hadrian and Lydia and the others saw the Tribunal Venerable withdraw with his people. Only then did the pressure ease from them, and they all rushed over, closing in around Jared.

"Jared! Jared, how are you?"

Hadrian dropped into a crouch and carefully helped Jared up. His voice shook as he spoke.

Jared's eyes opened a sliver. He looked at the people gathered around him, and the corner of his mouth barely lifted. When he spoke, his voice was rough and torn.

"They... they're gone... We... we won..."

As soon as the words left him, everything went dark, and he passed out.

Lydia hurriedly caught him. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over.

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