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.

him that Jared, a First Level Tribulator cultivator, could endure

help but

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

strength, this young man would undoubtedly be dead. I can see you haven’t even exerted half of

and admitted, “While I didn’t use my full strength, I utilized more than eighty percent of my

didn’t follow Dimas’ example of lying but chose to be straightforward. In terms of integrity, Proclus was far

still remember our

he broke your arm. You should be

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

broke the rules, so you have to

Dimas was feeling somewhat

in a black robe walked over. It was Helmut Koritnik, the head of Bloodroot