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

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

with One-Eyed in a fierce struggle,

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

appearance of multiple identical Jareds left the dozen or so Demonic Cultivators utterly

mirrored by the disciples of Pathfinder Sect and

what manner of technique was Jared employing, how had he multiplied himself so suddenly,

illusion spell! It’s all fake! Just continue your

Jared had used some sort of illusion to confuse

their assault once more, their mystical weapons slicing through the air in a synchronized

air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming

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

Cultivators leaped into the air, charging straight toward Jared, completely ignoring the

caught off

to their astonishment, the

frozen in shock, their faces pale as they witnessed six or seven of their comrades swiftly cut down, halving