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

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

with One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic

thundered as he wielded 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 Dragonslayer Sword. Their eyes blazed

multiple identical Jareds left

by the disciples of Pathfinder Sect and the other cultivators aboard the airship, who watched

employing, how had he multiplied

It’s merely an illusion spell! It’s all fake! Just continue

some sort of

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

Dragonslayer

They recognized him as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their

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

were caught off guard by

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

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