The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6611

The Solar Pyre Dominion Array broke to a single sword strike.

Silence crashed down before the gatehouse.

No one trusted what they were seeing.

The Solar Pyre Dominion Array was an ancient grand array the Ember God Palace had spent tens of thousands of years building, draining three earthfire spirit veins dry to complete it.

It was said to withstand the full-force attack of a Golden Immortal Level Six master.

And in front of Jared, it hadn't lasted even one sword strike.

Gareth's pupils contracted hard, shock flooding his red-gold eyes.

His lips trembled.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Golden Immortal Level One.

One sword strike to break an ancient grand array.

That kind of power was beyond anything he understood.

The smile on Aurelius's face froze solid.

Terror flooded his red-gold eyes, and his body betrayed him with a step backward.

The thousands of disciples of Ember God Palace behind him were just as stunned.

Weapons nearly slipped from their hands, and fear spread naked across their faces.

Jared drew the Dragonslayer Sword back and let his violet eyes sweep across the crowd before the gatehouse.

In the end, his gaze settled on Gareth.

"Envoy Gareth, do you still want to avenge Cedric now?"

His voice was calm—so calm it sounded like he was asking whether Gareth had eaten yet today.

Gareth opened his mouth, but no words came.

Countless thoughts churned through his mind, but every one of them drove him to the same conclusion.

This young man was not someone he could afford to provoke.

A single sword strike had broken an ancient grand array.

That was not power a Golden Immortal Level One should possess.

No.

It wasn't power a Golden Immortal Level One should possess at all.

It wasn't even power a Golden Immortal Level Six should have.

Gareth knew that even if he went all out, there was no way he could have broken the Solar Pyre Dominion Array with a single sword strike.

But Jared had done it.

There was only one conclusion.

Jared was stronger than he was.

Gareth's face turned ugly.

Shock churned in his red-gold eyes, tangled up with fear and a deep, bitter unwillingness to accept what he was seeing.

He was Golden Immortal Level Six, the vice-master of the Abyssal Exchange of the Nineteenth Firmament.

In the entire Nineteenth Firmament, he counted as a figure of real weight.

And yet now, standing in front of a young man at Golden Immortal Level One, he felt fear.

Not because he was weak-nerved.

Because the power Jared had just shown was too terrifying—terrifying enough to crush him outright.

Aurelius looked at the shock frozen on Gareth's face, and the fear in his own chest surged even higher.

He knew that if Gareth had truly been scared into backing down, then the Ember God Palace was finished.

"Envoy Gareth! Envoy Gareth! Don't let him scare you!"

Aurelius's voice came out in a near-manic rush. "All he did was break one formation! That's nothing! We have so many people here—are we really supposed to fear him alone?"

Gareth ignored him.

His eyes stayed locked on Jared, as if he were staring at a monster.

Jared didn't spare Gareth another glance, either.

His gaze shifted away from Gareth and settled on Aurelius.

"Aurelius," he said, "I told you.

I came here to kill you."

His voice was calm.

That calm only made the killing intent underneath it more chilling.

Aurelius went deathly pale.

Flame-light ran across his red-gold war-panoply, but in front of Jared's violet eyes, those flames looked weak. Pathetic, even.

"Y-you stay back!"

Aurelius's voice shook, but he quickly forced his spine straight and propped up a brittle show of composure. "Jared, don't get carried away just because you broke the formation! The Ember God Palace has thousands of disciples, dozens of elders, and nearly a hundred masters above Golden Immortal Realm Level Three! You're alone. How many can you kill?"

A cold curve touched the corner of Jared's mouth.

"Let's find out."

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