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.

unfathomable to him that Jared, a First Level Tribulator cultivator, could endure his strike. Jared

Rosetta couldn’t help but express their excitement upon

As an elder of Creston Sect, a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator, he couldn’t even

too merciful. If you had used your full strength, this young man would undoubtedly be

admitted, “While I didn’t use my full strength, I utilized more than eighty percent of my power. This fellow’s physical body is

of lying but chose to be straightforward. In terms of

do you still remember

instigated the attack, and in self-defense, he broke your arm. You should be

Proclus in disbelief. “Mr. Lunawick,

the rules, so you have to leave,” Proclus cut him

dare you drive away my disciple?” Dimas was feeling

elderly figure in a black robe walked over. It was Helmut Koritnik, the head of Bloodroot Peak. Seeing him, both Dalton