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.

Spear form after being slaughtered by the Golden Dragon. They dropped from the sky one after the other and were reduced

a mere 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 were now

the Golden Dragon let out a roar, soared into the sky, and

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

the verge of restoring 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

originating from beyond the skies yet simultaneously coming from

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

approached Bone Cliff. Everything seemed ablaze as the Night

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