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.

bellowed, his voice reverberating with fury as he lunged toward

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

fierce struggle, the remaining

each stroke, one figure after another materialized until there were seven identical versions of himself, each adorned in gleaming golden armor and brandishing a Dragonslayer Sword. Their eyes blazed with an unmistakable murderous

sudden appearance of multiple identical Jareds left

and the other cultivators aboard the airship, who

Jared employing, how had he multiplied himself so suddenly,

It’s all fake! Just continue your attacks!” One-Eyed roared, rallying his

had used some sort of illusion to confuse

Cultivators launched their assault once more, their mystical weapons slicing through the

into the air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming

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

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

they were caught off guard by an unexpected chill creeping up

Pathfinder Sect making their move, they turned to find, to

as they witnessed six or seven of