A Man Like None Other

Chapter 4487 Who Are You
Milton and Cayan stood frozen, their faces etched with shock and disbelief. The scene before them was beyond anything they had ever encountered, as though the end of the world was unfolding before their eyes.
“What in the heavens are these stars in the sky and the patterns forming on the ground?” Milton murmured.
“That sword… it carries the essence of humans, demons, and beasts. Could it be the combined strength of the three races?”
“And those flames—they’re infused with the essence of demonic fire. Not just one, but multiple types. Has he actually cultivated all of them?”
Cayan’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief, his expression a mixture of astonishment and terror. The moment his words left his lips, he turned and propelled himself backward like a cannonball, showing not a shred of hesitation in his retreat.
Milton, witnessing Cayan’s sudden flight, instinctively followed suit, retreating with equal urgency. Gone was the arrogance and disdain they had shown earlier. In this moment, neither dared to underestimate Kai—a mere Seventh Level Tribulator who had defied all logic.
Cayan, in particular, was silently cursing himself, filled with regret for not fleeing with Gatlin earlier.

Who could have imagined that Kai would unleash such an unfathomable and devastating power?
Buzz!
Suddenly, it was as if the world had been reset—returning instantly to its original, tranquil state. The stars vanished from the heavens, and the intricate pattern on the ground dissolved into nothingness.
Kai, however, staggered as a mouthful of blood burst from his lips, his body crumpling to the ground. He could feel his life slipping away, each moment more fleeting than the last. His vision blurred, and a cascade of memories from his past began to flash vividly before his eyes.
Just as Kai’s eyes fluttered shut and his spirit began to drift away, a radiant beam of white light pierced the air. From within its brilliance, a middle-aged man emerged.
With a single hand, he lifted Kai’s lifeless body, cradling him effortlessly. The man exuded a gentle, healing glow, and Kai was soon enveloped in its warmth. His soul slowly returned to his body.
Milton and Cayan stood frozen, their expressions blank with disbelief as they stared at the middle-aged man. It was as if he had materialized out of thin air.
For cultivators of their caliber, their senses were honed to detect even the faintest things, no matter how swift or subtle. Yet, this man’s arrival was beyond their comprehension.
“Who are you?” Milton demanded.
The middle-aged man gently smoothed Kai’s disheveled hair before lifting his gaze to them. “You are not worthy of knowing who I am,” he declared.
“F*ck, how arrogant!” Milton frowned, his aura erupting like a mountain torrent and surging toward the man with overwhelming force.
The middle-aged man stood motionless, his composure unwavering. As Milton’s terrifying aura surged toward him, it dissipated into nothingness before it could even come close.
Milton’s eyes widened in disbelief.
At that moment, Cayan’s eyes narrowed as he finally gauged the middle-aged man’s strength. His expression turned grim, and he urgently muttered, “We need to leave, Milton.”