A Man Like None Other

Before anyone could even comprehend what had transpired, Jared stood among the chaos, Dragonslayer Sword in hand, its blade still dripping with fresh blood.

Gasp!

Every disciple of Pathfinder Sect drew in a sharp breath, their initial frustration now replaced by utter astonishment.

Just moments ago, they were irate because Jared looked down on them, but now, they stood in awe. Witnessing a Third Level Tribulator dispatch a Fourth Level Tribulator with such precision and speed left them speechless.

Even for a Fifth Level Tribulator, such a feat would be impressive, but Jared had accomplished it effortlessly.

Dillon, too, was profoundly astonished. He had underestimated Jared’s strength; he couldn’t fathom achieving such a feat himself.

One-Eyed stared at his fallen comrade, flabbergasted.

voice reverberating with fury as he lunged toward Jared with a scimitar encased in a

surged forward, his determination fueled by Jared’s astounding display of strength

One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the

With each stroke, one figure after another materialized until there were seven identical versions of himself,

left the dozen or so Demonic Cultivators

Sect and the other cultivators aboard the airship, who

employing, how had

panic! It’s merely an illusion spell! It’s all fake! Just continue your attacks!” One-Eyed roared, rallying his underlings when he

was confident Jared had used some sort

their mystical weapons slicing through

the air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming in

They recognized him as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault on the real Jared with a

was exactly what Jared wanted. The Demonic Cultivators leaped into the air,

him, they were caught off guard

to their astonishment, the Jared clones that they had

six or seven of their comrades swiftly cut down, halving their