All Chapters of The Return of Kaelen Viremont: Chapter 241
- Chapter 242
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Chapter 241: Uproot the Grass and Eliminate the Roots
“I’m fine.”Kaelen Viremont leaned against Kael’s arm, putting more weight on him than he probably wanted to admit. His face had gone pale—almost paper white—and every breath seemed heavier than the last. Still, somehow, he managed to force out a faint smile.The fight had taken nearly everything out of him.At this point, even standing straight felt like a challenge.But his eyes?Still sharp. Still clear.After a moment, his gaze slowly drifted across the battlefield. Broken stone, scattered weapons, people standing in stunned silence… and then his eyes settled on someone not far away.The Northern Suppressing King.The man who had looked so arrogant earlier now seemed like a completely different person. Gone was the proud ruler who had spoken with absolute confidence. His face was pale—deathly pale—and fear filled his eyes.Kaelen watched him quietly for a few seconds.Then he spoke.“Senior Brother Kael,” he said softly, “kill him.”His tone wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic either.
Chapter 242: Longing
Tarian Lysand felt… uneasy. Not just the usual kind of imperial caution, but a gnawing, unusual nervousness he couldn’t shake.The battle between Kaelen Viremont and Lorian Zethar earlier still played over and over in his mind like a relentless storm. The sheer intensity, the speed, the raw, terrifying strength—it had been more than impressive. It had been frightening.Kaelen had fought like a force of nature, a young man capable of tearing the heavens apart. Not just a cultivator, no. A prodigy who had descended into the world, and one powerful enough to unsettle even an emperor. That was exactly why Tarian Lysand felt off balance.He had no clue why Kaelen had asked to see him—alone.The battlefield had quieted. Most of the major figures had left, their presence no longer needed. Only a few elders from the Shadowfang Sect lingered in the distance, observing with cautious eyes.Kaelen stood not far away. Injured, yes, but still emanating a pressure that made anyone nearby instinctive