A Man Like None Other

“Just leave it to me…”

With a nonchalant smile, Jared’s spiritual energy exploded all at once, and then, he clenched his fist tightly.

The fist shimmered with a golden light, reminiscent of a blinding sun.

“Sacred Light Fist…”

With a single punch thrown, a massive fist shadow was headed straight toward Tiberius.

With a single punch, Jared had astonishingly shattered Tiberius’ palm strike.

Tiberius was slightly taken aback. Only after their true engagement did he realize that Jared, a Fifth Level Tribulator, was not as he appeared in terms of strength. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Brat, with your Tribulator Realm, you managed to slay Mr. Talbot and that Berthold. You certainly do have some real skills. However, the ones you’ve killed were all members of my Ghost Mask Sect. Therefore, you owe me an explanation…”

After Tiberius finished speaking, a hum echoed through the sky. Following this, a void materialized from thin air, rapidly forming into a massive ghost mask.

The ghost mask was as large as a small mountain, constantly contorting. The pair of eyes on the ghost mask seemed to be alive, ceaselessly staring at Jared as if trying to see right through him.

Under the scrutiny of these eyes, everyone else lowered their heads, as if they had been completely seen through, with no secrets left to tell.

pressure was constantly emanating from that

as though they were being crushed under the weight of mountains and rivers, making it incredibly

already started

Dario and the others were visibly distressed, struggling to hold on. The appearance of this

terrifying aura made everyone dare not

expression on Gael’s face was

filled with terror, and not a single person

up, his eyes

you’ve got

Tiberius had spoken, an overwhelming pressure surged directly toward

expanse of houses and ground around them couldn’t withstand such pressure, and they all succumbed one

stood upright, not a hint of slouch in his posture, and he didn’t even flinch or avert

time, the Divine Flame Seal in Jared’s hand was exuding bursts of flame aura, resisting this

had the Divine Flame Seal in his hand,

had another trump card-the Vermilion

he was prepared to throw caution to the wind, even if it meant allowing the Vermilion Demon Lord

the soul remnant of the Vermilion Demon Lord, which enabled him to appear in this world under the

anymore, but it