The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6642

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Bermu City.

Inside the Ironblood Mercenary Company's base, the mood was festive.

Marcus Kade sat in the main seat, holding a cup of spirit wine. A pleased smile rested on his face.

Delicate spirit fruit and spirit beast meat had been set before him, filling the hall with fragrance.

"Captain, we did well this time."

A mercenary laughed, his face full of flattery. "We did not find the beast core, but those poor devils in Clearwind Village were hiding quite a few valuables. Crystals, spirit materials, arcane implements. Altogether, at least a hundred thousand high-grade crystals."

Marcus drank the wine and smiled.

"A hundred thousand? Too little. The villagers were poor, but they still had things handed down from their ancestors. Add the women's jewelry and arcane implements, and it should be at least two hundred thousand."

"Captain is brilliant."

"Still..."

Marcus set down the cup. Coldness entered his eyes. "Jared has not been found. The core on him is the real prize."

"Do not worry, Captain. We have men guarding every road. As soon as Jared appears, we will seize him."

"Good." Marcus nodded. "And Cloudflight Pavilion?"

"They took nothing. That woman Lydia Finch is a coward. She feared Jared's revenge and did not dare act. She only had her people stand aside and watch."

Marcus sneered.

"Useless woman. Byron Cloudmere died, and she took his seat, yet she has no courage. Someone like that will never achieve anything."

Just then, a mercenary stumbled in, panicked and pale.

"Captain! Captain! Something happened!"

Marcus's face darkened. "Why are you shouting? Did the sky fall?"

"The sky did not fall... but..."

The mercenary's lips shook. His face was white, and fear filled his eyes. "Jared... he... he is here."

Marcus's expression changed.

"What did you say?"

"He is here... alone... outside the base... He said... he said he is going to slaughter the Ironblood Mercenary Company..."

Marcus shot to his feet.

The wine cup fell and shattered on the floor.

"Call everyone. Everyone!"

He roared, "Form the battle array. Prepare to fight."

The entire base stirred.

Mercenaries rushed out of their rooms, weapons in hand, fear and tension on their faces.

They had heard the name Jared.

That young Golden Immortal Level One cultivator had killed Harlan with one sword.

Bryon with one sword.

Blackwolf with one sword.

Emberhawk with one sword.

The same young man, with a fire unicorn beside him, had killed a Golden Immortal Level Seven demon hound king.

Now that young man had come to slaughter the Ironblood Mercenary Company.

More than three hundred mercenaries formed ranks and sealed the entrance to the base.

They held longblades, swords, and spears.

Their faces were tight with fear.

Marcus stood at the front, gripping a huge battle-ax. Golden ax-light flickered along the blade.

His hand still trembled slightly.

The main gate was open.

A gray figure walked in from outside.

Jared.

He did not hurry.

He did not pause.

Every step was steady and heavy.

His gray robe moved in the wind. The Dragonslayer Sword hung at his waist, and faint violet light flowed over the sheath.

His face was blank.

His black eyes were like dead water.

But the killing intent around him made every spine turn cold.

It was thick to the limit.

Cold to the limit.

No anger.

No mercy.

Only pure, naked killing intent.

The moment the three hundred mercenaries saw him, they instinctively stepped back.

That was fear from the bones.

Marcus swallowed and forced his voice not to shake.

"Jared... what do you want?"

Jared looked at him and said nothing.

Cold sweat appeared on Marcus's forehead.

"Jared, you had better not act recklessly. This is Bermu City. If you kill people here, the City Lord will not spare you."

Jared still did not answer.

He only lifted his right hand and gripped the hilt of the Dragonslayer Sword.

Violet sword-light surged from the sheath, cutting the air like lightning and illuminating the entire base.

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