A Man Like None Other

Chapter 4297 Broken Promise

His voice dripping with mockery, he continued, “But I’ve noticed something interesting. Your vitality is far too strong for someone who plays by the book. It seems you’ve been cultivating through the consumption of human blood, haven’t you? Otherwise, there’s no way you’d have reached the strength of a Ninth Level Tribulator. So spare me the self-righteous act. Don’t lecture me, and certainly don’t be a hypocrite!”

The look on Trystan’s face turned grim.

Serena and Faiyar both turned to look at him. After all, no one knew how he had trained after he had gone into seclusion.

Even Kai couldn’t help but cast a glance at Trystan. He had to admit, the speed at which Trystan had advanced was nothing short of remarkable. In such a short period, he had reached the level of a Ninth Level Tribulator—a feat that would typically require either immense natural talent or access to an extraordinary amount of resources. But it was obvious Trystan wasn’t some rare prodigy, and the Soul Demon Sect certainly didn’t have the kind of wealth to fuel such rapid growth. There had to be more to his sudden rise in power.

Trystan, feeling the weight of everyone’s gaze upon him, averted his eyes, his expression tense and uneasy.

true? Were you really consuming human

Pruitt, what’s going on? Tell us the truth.” Kai spoke

heavy, resigned sigh and confessed, “The truth is, the blood I consume isn’t human… it’s from demon beasts. I’ve secretly kept them, and during my seclusion, I fed on their fresh blood. I know I broke my promise to my master—I never should have resorted

Kai was eager to understand just what

was completely focused on Trystan,

motion, Cassius raised the bone flute and pointed it directly at Kai. In an instant, streaks of crimson light shot forth,

Whoosh!

the crimson mist touched him, Kai’s body

could compete with me? You’re still too

Cloud, Trystan, and the others were taken aback by Cassius’ sneak

pay!” Trystan roared, charging

He confronted Cassius directly, despite knowing the odds were against him. His only intention was to buy time, hoping to stall Cassius long

like a hammer, hurling him through the air as if he weighed nothing. The power gap between them was immense, a gulf too wide for

contorting his features as he gasped for breath, struggling

no time as