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 Sigurd

relationship between Jared and the elderly

cultivator, he roared furiously, “You’re merely a Sixth Level Tribulator cultivator. Yet, you dare meddle in affairs that are

hand out at Jared, determined to exact revenge

forth from him. But when his hand was just inches away, Jared reached

that, he was taken aback. He wanted to retract his hand but found that it wouldn’t budge

immediately let out a

pressure from Jared’s finger, and his arm felt as though

South Neighborhood hastily shouted, “Let go of him! Hurry up and do

Tribulators. Their auras burst forth, the look

around them promptly scattered, not daring to offend the Five

in. But you

the man stood no chance against the Five Fighters of

could

I’m certainly getting involved

of

him! Kill him!”

the Five Fighters of South Neighborhood charged toward