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.

constantly emanating

crushed under the weight of mountains and rivers, making it incredibly difficult for them to even

powerful cultivators had already started to falter, collapsing to the ground one after

distressed, struggling to hold on. The appearance of this ghost

formidable, domineering, and terrifying aura made everyone dare not make the slightest

on Gael’s face was

eyes were filled with terror, and not a single person dared to look directly at that

up, his eyes

you’ve got quite

Tiberius had spoken, an overwhelming pressure

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

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

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

Flame Seal in his hand, which was why he remained so

Jared had another trump card-the

a matter of life and death, he was prepared to throw caution to the wind, even if it meant allowing

possessed the Divine Flame Seal, along with the soul remnant of the Vermilion Demon Lord, which enabled him to

remain hidden within Jared’s consciousness field anymore, but