A Man Like None Other

“Come with me, girl. I can treat for your illness.”

Ace stepped forward and seized Izolda’s arm, ready to whisk her away.

Slap!

Just then, a large hand suddenly swung over.

Caught off guard, Ace was slapped squarely in the face.

“If you dare touch her again, you’re dead,” Jared warned, his gaze icy cold.

“D*mn it! You dared hit me?”

Ace wore an icy expression, his eyes wide in disbelief and brimming with rage.

Viola and Sigurd moved behind Jared, upon which the latter instructed, “You two keep a close watch on Ms. Giuvali. Don’t let anyone near her!”

Jared was fearful that with so many people eyeing Izolda like a piece of meat, someone might seize advantage of the chaos to be handsy with her when a fight broke out later. That would be disastrous.

Given her current state, it was clear that she was delirious and not in her right mind. Thus, even if someone were to advantage of her, she wouldn’t resist.

Both Viola and

about the relationship between Jared and the elderly man

cast a glance at Jared. Realizing that the latter was nothing more than a Sixth Level Tribulator cultivator, he roared furiously, “You’re merely a Sixth

he shot his hand out at Jared, determined to

forth from him. But when his hand was just inches

He wanted to retract his hand but found that it wouldn’t budge

immediately let out

and his arm felt as though it had shattered, the pain

Five Fighters of South Neighborhood hastily shouted, “Let go of him! Hurry up and do it now! Otherwise, we’re going to

Level Tribulators. Their auras burst forth, the look

around them promptly scattered, not

you for stepping in. But you should leave now and not get

Five Fighters of South Neighborhood

a Sixth Level Tribulator, Jared could not possibly defeat five

certainly getting involved

of his hand. In

him! Kill him!” Ace

other members of the Five Fighters of South Neighborhood charged