The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6511

"I have the Aureate Codex."

The flame shifted from violet to gold. Golden sigils rose from beneath his skin and formed a pale golden ward around him.

Faint dragon sigils moved across the radiant barrier, carrying an aura that felt ancient, solemn, and impossible to ignore.

"I have chaotic force."

"The golden sigils were swallowed again by the violet flame.

The two powers fused inside Jared, bleeding into a third color—a purple so deep it almost looked black."

"I have True Immortal Realm Level Six cultivation."

"When Jared said it, his tone stayed level, as if he were stating a fact no one in the room could argue with.

""In the Sixteenth Firmament, the so-called peak of True Immortal Realm Level Nine is nothing in front of me but a slightly larger ant. Venerable Frostgrave, Alaric Wycliffe—it doesn't matter. Killing them would not take a second strike."""

"His voice was not loud.

But every word landed with weight."

"It was not boasting. It was not arrogance. It was not the empty strain of a man trying to prove himself.

It was confidence hammered out through countless battles where life and death had stood one breath apart, a certainty formed after walking across mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

"That certainty had already sunk into Jared's bones and become part of his instinct.

So when he said it aloud, it came as naturally as saying the sun rose in the east."

Morgana fell silent.

She knew Jared was telling the truth.

"Chaotic force restrained every kind of power.

Celestial energy, demonic power, beast-force, holy radiance—none of them could gain the slightest advantage before chaos."

"The body forged by the Aureate Codex was nearly indestructible.

With True Immortal Realm Level Six cultivation behind it, Jared truly had no opponent in the Sixteenth Firmament."

"Those so-called experts at the peak of True Immortal Realm Level Nine would be like paper before chaotic force.

One hit, and they would tear apart."

More importantly, she knew there was no stopping him.

A man like that, once he had made his decision, would not be held back even if the sky collapsed in front of him.

"Aureate Heir, Beastmoor Ridge still needs you."

"Master Wellspring still could not let it go. His voice had thinned until it was nearly a plea.

""Venerable Starwick's host will reach our gates in half a month at most. If you are not here, Beastmoor Ridge will have no leader..."""

Jared cut him off.

"Master Wellspring."

Jared walked up to Master Wellspring and lifted a hand to pat his shoulder.

"Jared's hand was steady, and the warmth in his palm gradually stilled the tremor running through Master Wellspring.

""Venerable Starwick's host still needs half a month to assemble. I will return to the Sixteenth Firmament. The round trip will take seven days at most. Within seven days, I will come back."""

"Jared paused, his gaze passing over Master Wellspring's bloodshot eyes.

""Tell me. Can Beastmoor Ridge hold for seven days?"""

"Master Wellspring opened his mouth.

Then he closed it again."

Seven days—of course Beastmoor Ridge could hold.

"Morgana was here.

The Chief Preceptor of the Azure Cloud Sword Order was here, the Deputy Order Master of the Myriad Arts Order was here, and so was their Wellspring Order. With people like that in place, holding out for a few days would not be a problem."

Seven days?

That was more than enough.

"Seven days."

Morgana spoke.

She walked slowly to Jared, her white robes drifting in the void, her long hair falling like a dark waterfall.

"Her face was still somewhat pale, but those fox-like eyes had regained their old sharpness.

""This sovereign can give you seven days. Within seven days, whether you rescue that woman or not, you must return."""

"She paused, and her voice took on a thread that allowed no argument.

""Venerable Starwick will not give you any more time. If he moves ahead of schedule, Beastmoor Ridge can hold, but the price will not be small."""

"Jared nodded.

""Seven days is enough."""

He did not say "thank you." He did not say, "I'll come back." He did not waste a single word on anything extra.

He only gave Morgana a slight nod, then turned and walked toward the doorway of the hall.

Master Wellspring hurried after him for two steps, then stopped.

He knew it now. Once the Aureate Heir had decided on something, no one could hold him back.

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