The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6691

Jared arrived at the same moment.

"Ronan Thunderfall!"

The Dragonslayer Sword fell with the destructive pressure of chaotic force, like heavenly judgment descending on Ronan's head.

Ronan raised his arcane implement in terror.

Golden lightning gathered before him into a shield.

It was useless.

Before chaotic force, the arcane implement was as fragile as paper. Jared's sword cut it in two, and the broken pieces flew outward.

Violet sword-light dropped from Ronan's head to his chest.

His body split in half.

Golden blood sprayed like a fountain, splashing across the ice and onto the hem of Josephine's red dress.

Ronan Thunderfall, chief of the Thunder God clan and a Golden Immortal Level Eight expert, was dead.

The lord of Holy Light Palace saw Ronan die and nearly lost his soul from fear.

He turned and fled with everything he had.

Golden light burst beneath his feet, turning him into a meteor rushing toward the flame cage.

He had only run a few steps when blue-black fire blocked his path.

Skylar walked out of the flames.

Blue-black fire burned behind him, making him look like an envoy from hell.

His gaze was calm and cold as he looked at the lord of Holy Light Palace, as if the man's death had already been written.

"You came. So do not leave."

Blue-black fire surged like a flood and swallowed the lord of Holy Light Palace.

A scream sounded from inside the flames.

It was shrill.

Brief.

Then gone.

Golden light struggled inside the blue-black fire a few times before it went out completely.

The lord of Holy Light Palace, Golden Immortal Level Eight, was dead.

With one celestial expert after another falling, the battlefield reversed completely.

The demonic cultivators' morale blazed.

They charged the celestials and humans who had lost the will to fight. Their arcane implements carried the anger of revenge, and every strike was meant to kill.

The celestial cultivators seemed to have lost their bones.

Some knelt and begged.

Some scattered in panic.

Some gave up resisting entirely and were cut down by the demonic cultivators as easily as vegetables.

The human cultivators fell into even worse chaos.

They had joined the battle for celestial golden elixirs.

But now the celestial experts were dead. They would get no elixirs. Instead, they had to face the revenge of demonic cultivators driven mad by grief and blood.

Fear and regret bit into their hearts like snakes.

Their bodies shook.

Their legs softened.

"We were wrong. We surrender!"

"Spare us! The celestials tricked us!"

"We will never do it again. Never again!"

Some human cultivators threw away their arcane implements and knelt on the ice, begging until their foreheads bled.

Some covered their heads and sobbed.

Some curled into balls, shaking uncontrollably.

Some tried to flee, only to have the demonic cultivators block their path.

But how could the demonic cultivators let them go?

"Now you know you were wrong? Too late."

"When you slaughtered our people, did you ever think of sparing them?"

"Kill them. Not one left. Blood debt must be paid in blood."

Caiden stood in the crowd, his black longsword soaked in golden blood.

His voice was hoarse and cold.

"When they killed us, they never considered mercy. Now they beg, and we are supposed to forgive them? On what grounds?"

"Kill!"

The demonic cultivators' roar swept across the battlefield like a tsunami.

Jared stood not far away and watched the fleeing cultivators being hunted down.

No emotion moved through his violet eyes.

His body was covered in wounds. His gray robe had been soaked dark red with blood, but his back was still straight, like a spear that refused to break.

A Golden Immortal Level Eight human cultivator stumbled toward him and dropped to his knees.

It was the same human expert who had spoken to Jared earlier.

His face was twisted with terror and regret. His clothes were torn. Blood and tears mixed across his forehead.

His voice shook.

"Mr. Chance... please... spare us. The celestials forced us. We will never dare again. Never again."

Jared looked down at him.

His violet eyes were colder than an ancient glacier.

"When you became the celestials' blade, did you think about sparing these demonic cultivators? When you slaughtered them, did you feel even a shred of pity?"

The man's mouth opened.

He wanted to speak.

But facing Jared's eyes, no words came out.

His lips trembled several times.

At last, he lowered his head.

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