The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4844

Deep within a cave in the Ethereal Realm, Hellion's eyes lit up with excitement as he observed the sudden shift in the world outside. “Divinus, you truly are wise! The Heaven and Earth Array is finally revealing itself. Once we break it, we’ll be free!”

Divinus smirked, crossing his arms. “Naturally. I’ve always been the wiser one between us.”

Hellion rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. He came to this on his own—it had nothing to do with you. Now, let’s get back to our chess game. That half-baked formation you taught him? When the Heaven and Earth Array fully manifests, it might not be enough. He’ll probably need my guidance to break it.”

Divinus shot him a withering glare. “Oh, please. Your skills are worse than mine, and you have the audacity to act superior?”

Hellion scoffed. “Nonsense. Just because you’re my senior doesn’t mean you get to talk down to me! If you’ve got a problem with it, let’s settle this right now.”

Divinus smirked and tossed his chess piece aside. “Fine by me. Do your worst.”

“Gladly!”

And just like that, the two launched into yet another brawl—one of countless clashes that had played out between them before.

They only stopped when exhaustion finally caught up with them.

In Doveston, within the Land of Finale, Jared had been training under Ararat and Kishor for a full month.

Despite advancing to Ultimate Realm Level Four during this time, he remained vigilant, never allowing complacency to take root.

At the start, his training had been brutal—Ararat and Kishor routinely left him battered and bruised. But now, the tides had shifted. He could not only endure their onslaught but also hold his own against them with ease.

Meanwhile, over the past month, numerous cultivators who had entered the Celestial Stairway began emerging one after another.

Orion, Fraser, and the others had all returned—save for Octavion, who was likely still on the fourth level.

Stefan nodded slightly, then turned his gaze toward the group of black-robed cultivators standing behind him. His expression was calm, but his voice carried weight. “Rostam, you eight should go and pay Jared a visit. You're all swordsmen after all.”

The leader of the eight black-clad cultivators gave a slight nod. “Understood.”

With swift, fluid movements, they shed their black robes, revealing tight-fitting combat attire beneath. Each of them carried a sword case strapped to their back, their identities as swordsmen unmistakable.

“The Eight Swordsmen of Demonia Mountain?” Colby and Toben's eyes widened in shock. They had never expected to see this legendary group—thought to have vanished long ago—standing before them in the Four Hell Palace.

Before they could fully process the revelation, the eight figures disappeared in an instant. A heartbeat later, the sky was filled with eight streaks of searing sword energy, each radiating an overwhelming, lethal force. They had become one with their blades.

Meanwhile, in the midst of training, Jared frowned. Sensing the abrupt disturbance, he lifted his gaze, his expression turning grave.

The energy surging through the air was anything but ordinary. It carried the unmistakable weight of immense power—one that rivaled or even surpassed Immortal Realm Level Four. A formidable battle was imminent.