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 Jared with

Chance!” In response, Dillon surged forward,

One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic Cultivators surged toward

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 with an unmistakable murderous

sudden appearance of multiple identical Jareds left the

Sect and the

had he multiplied himself so suddenly, and which figure was the real

Just continue your attacks!” One-Eyed roared, rallying his

used some sort

assault once more, their mystical weapons slicing

air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming

Demonic Cultivators converged on him. They recognized him as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault

into the air, charging

in on him, they were caught off guard by an unexpected chill creeping up from

find, to their astonishment, the Jared clones

shock, their faces pale as they witnessed six or