A Man Like None Other

A collective gasp caught in everyone’s throats. The notion of a First Level Tribulator cultivator standing motionless while being assaulted by a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator was beyond their imagination.

It resembled an adult striking an immobile child, a scenario too unsettling to fathom. Proclus’ palm hit Jared’s chest, and the tremendous force caused his figure to sway. He retreated several steps. Indeed, Proclus was formidable as a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator.

Jared sensed the turbulence of his internal energy. A surge of blood reached his throat, but he staunchly suppressed it. At that instant, Jared developed a fresh appreciation for the resilience of his physical form.

When Jared understood that using his Golem Body would neutralize Proclus attack, a confident smile graced his features. He gave a polite bow.

Everyone stared blankly at Jared, their eyes filled with disbelief.

himself gazing at Jared incredulously. It was unfathomable to him that Jared, a First Level Tribulator cultivator, could endure

but express their

from shock to shame. As an elder of Creston Sect, a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator, he couldn’t even defeat a First Level Tribulator cultivator

your full strength, this young man would undoubtedly be dead. I can see

didn’t use my full strength, I utilized more than

chose to be straightforward. In terms of integrity, Proclus

you still

stating, “You instigated the attack, and in self-defense, he broke

disbelief. “Mr. Lunawick, I came here with my master.

broke the rules, so you

disciple?” Dimas was feeling somewhat

robe walked over. It was Helmut Koritnik, the head of Bloodroot Peak. Seeing him, both Dalton and Rosetta reluctantly greeted, “Mr.