The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6401

More than a few Freevale cultivators had gone pale. Without meaning to, they tightened their grip around the arms in their hands.

Marshal Vale’s reputation alone was enough to send a chill crawling through their bones.

Jared lowered his gaze to the mark for Ashenbrand Gaol on the map. Purple chaos-wrought spiritual power turned slowly around his fingertips.

He remained silent for a long while, weighing it through. Then his cool voice rose at last, steady and unhurried, laying down the full battle plan.

“In this battle, every group will have a clear role. Each side handles its own duty, and no one interferes with another.”

“Marshal Vale has ninth-tier combat power, and his assassination methods leave no opening. I will face him alone.”

“The eighth-tier gaoler in the open will be left to Elder Cillian to suppress.”

“All remaining celestial guards, outpost garrisons, and middle-rank cultivators will be cleared out jointly by Freevale and the Sylvan host. Advance by layers. Break through one level at a time.”

When he finished, Elder Cillian gave a faint nod. His face stayed composed, and not the slightest trace of retreat appeared in his eyes.

“Leave the eighth-tier gaoler to me. After 10 thousand years of cultivation, my wood-type arts of binding, trapping, and killing have long since reached completion.”

“Against a celestial cultivator of the same tier, victory is already in hand. There will be no mistake.” Elder Cillian spoke as if the matter had already been settled.

Beside them, Nathaniel’s brows drew tight at once. His face changed, and he hurried to cut in before the plan could harden any further.

“Jared, you must not act on impulse! Your current cultivation is only at True Immortal Realm Level Two. Crossing several cultivation levels to withstand ninth-tier Marshal Vale alone is far too dangerous!”

“That Marshal Vale has killed without number. His movement arts are strange, and his assassinations leave no solution. Among those of the same tier, he is almost invincible.”

“Using lower-tier combat power to collide head-on with a top ninth-tier powerhouse is no different from throwing yourself into the killing ground. This is far too reckless!”

Around them, the Chieftains of Freevale and the Sylvan Kin nodded one after another, each adding their agreement.

Their eyes all settled on Jared. None of them accepted an arrangement that placed him so close to the edge.

Faced with everyone’s attempts to stop him, Jared’s expression did not change. He cut through the voices calmly, his tone leaving no room for drift. “I understand the gap in cultivation level, and I know exactly how terrifying Marshal Vale is.”

“But I carry innate chaotic force. The Myriad Arts cannot touch me. It restrains celestial holy radiance, nocturnal killing arts, the arts of the Veiled Polarity, and all nascence powers at their root.”

“I also control the Beast-Quelling Tower. It holds multiple Godric abilities—Aetherstride, Aetherward, and Dreamgaol.”

“If I cannot beat him, I can instantly shift away and retreat. I have more than enough to protect myself, and I will not fall into a dead end.”

He turned his head toward the lady in white seated quietly at his side, and the line of his brow eased by a fraction.

“Besides, I am not fighting this battle alone. Gwendolyn cultivates the Wintermere Path. Winter’s Dominion can seal a thousand miles in ice and lock down movement. It happens to counter Marshal Vale’s shadow movement arts.”

“With her at my side to assist and restrain him, our odds are enough.”

Gwendolyn sat quietly beside Jared, dressed in a snow-white gown untouched by even a speck of dust. Her cold, flawless face gave nothing away.

Around her body, piercing ice-blue spiritual power lingered, sharp with extreme cold. Frost energy spread in silence.

She did not speak. She only lifted her eyes slightly, and her gaze on Jared held firm without the slightest tremor.

In those cold eyes, there was no sign she would abandon him and no hint that she would turn back. Without a word, they made clear her decision to stand beside him in battle.

Nathaniel opened his mouth again, ready to keep pushing, ready to lay out every danger one by one.

"But then he met Jared's eyes.

They were steady, untouched by the storm around him, and the decision inside them had already settled like iron. Every argument Nathaniel had gathered jammed in his throat, and not one of them made it out."

"At last, Nathaniel let out a long, heavy breath.

He knew Jared too well. Once Jared fixed on a decision, no ordinary warning was going to turn him back."

"Nathaniel could only lift his hand and clap it hard on Jared's shoulder.

His face tightened, and when he spoke, each word carried weight."

"Fine. I trust you. Since your mind is made up, we'll do it your way."

"Rest for the night. At daybreak tomorrow, the whole army arms up and marches for Epea at once. We storm Ashenbrand Gaol and open the blood fight."

"The night deepened.

The bonfires still burned high, but the feast that had filled the valley with noise and heat slowly came to an end."

"Far off in the undercurrents of the Epean Deadlands, a world-shaking battle had already begun to lift its curtain.

It was the kind of battle that would spill blood across a thousand miles and leave bones scattered over the earth."

"By the next dawn, the sky still lay under a thick wash of ink.

Only the faintest pale line had surfaced along the eastern horizon, yet all of Freevale had already woken."

"On Freevale's central square, the forces had long since finished assembling.

A hard killing air covered every direction, wiping away every trace of last night's noise and celebration."

"Jared, Gwendolyn, Nathaniel, and Elder Cillian stood shoulder to shoulder at the very front of the formation.

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