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.

for this with your life!” he bellowed, his voice reverberating with fury as he lunged toward Jared with a scimitar encased in

surged forward, his determination fueled

struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic Cultivators surged

the Dragonslayer Sword. With each stroke, one figure after another materialized until there were seven identical versions of himself, each adorned in gleaming golden armor and brandishing a

identical Jareds left the dozen or so

and the other cultivators aboard the airship, who watched

technique was Jared employing, how had he multiplied himself

continue your attacks!” One-Eyed roared, rallying his underlings when he

Jared had used some sort of

their mystical weapons slicing through the air in a synchronized barrage

into the air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming in his

the attention of the Demonic Cultivators converged on him. They recognized him as the genuine threat amidst the

exactly what Jared wanted. The Demonic Cultivators leaped into the air, charging straight toward Jared, completely ignoring the duplicate bodies

they were caught off guard by an

turned to find, to their

witnessed six or seven of their comrades swiftly