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.

reverberating with fury as he lunged toward Jared with a scimitar encased in

surged forward, his determination fueled by Jared’s

struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic Cultivators

figure after another materialized until there were seven identical versions of himself, each

left the dozen or so Demonic

mirrored by the disciples of Pathfinder Sect and the other cultivators

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

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

had used some sort of illusion

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

soared into the air, Dragonslayer

as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their

was exactly what Jared wanted. The Demonic Cultivators leaped into the air, charging straight toward Jared, completely ignoring the duplicate bodies of

Cultivators closed in on him, they were caught off guard

find, to their astonishment, the Jared clones

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