A Man Like None Other

All onlookers were left in sheer astonishment at the sight of the Golden Dragon revolving above Jared’s head. Jared, a Body Fusion Realm cultivator, had given them more shocks than they could handle.

In the presence of the Golden Dragon, even the eighty-one ferocious tigers began to shudder fearfully. That was a result of bloodline súperiority. Those ancient beasts knew all too well the might of the Golden Dragon race.

The Golden Dragon was considered the apex of Draconians, while tigers were merely kings among beasts. The distinction in their status was stark in comparison. Watching the eighty-one tigers shivering, Bone Cliff felt his confidence waning as well.

He had never expected Jared to summon the Golden Dragon’s soul. That was simply unthinkable! Even after witnessing Bone Cliff’s pale expression and those tigers quivering, Jared didn’t stop.

As he swung the Dragonslayer Sword in his hand, the Golden Dragon roared and dashed toward the eighty-one tigers, rushing into their midst and effortlessly decimating the tigers: with its fangs and claws.

being slaughtered by the Golden Dragon. They dropped

blink of an eye, not a single one of the eighty-one tigers remained. The Apex Spears Bone Cliff had refined through thousands of years of hard work

a roar, soared into the sky, and

indifferently at Bone Cliff. Meanwhile, Bone Cliff, devoid of his earlier arrogance, now looked

my physical form, I would fall at the hands of a mere whelp. Forget it. Perhaps this is my fate and destiny. Still, how can I make peace with the thought of getting eliminated by a Body Fusion Realm cultivator like you? Even if I die, I

the tinkling of bells reverberated, seemingly originating from beyond the skies yet simultaneously coming from the depths of the

lips, chants resonated in the air. The earth shook, and waves of scorching heat arose from the island

ablaze as the Night Sea churned tumultuously, and a sea

an ancient cultivator. Even without a physical form, his mere soul