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

you harm Mr. Chance!” In response, Dillon surged forward, his determination fueled by Jared’s astounding display of strength

One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen

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 intent as they faced down the Demonic

left

Sect and the other cultivators aboard the airship, who watched

puzzled, wondering what manner of technique was Jared employing, how had

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

used some sort

the Demonic Cultivators launched their assault once more, their mystical weapons slicing through the air in a synchronized barrage

into the air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming in

as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault on the real Jared with a determined

Jared wanted. The Demonic Cultivators leaped into the air, charging

him, they were caught

Pathfinder Sect making their move, they turned to find, to their astonishment, the Jared clones that they had overlooked charging toward them

Demonic Cultivators stood frozen in shock, their faces pale as they witnessed six or seven of their comrades