A Man Like None Other

Chapter 2142 Escape

Noticing Jared's expression, Garthor laughed and said, “You've never heard of Stormwind Sect, but I'm sure you've heard of the hidden sects. Your current capabilities are among the most outstanding in the martial arts world. Due to that, I believe many would follow your lead. However, with your Martial Arts Saint skills, you'd be nothing more than the weakest disciple in Stormwind Sect. Just look at them. Who among them doesn't have a higher cultivation level than yours?”

As he spoke, he pointed at the Stormwind Sect disciples surrounding Jared.

It was true that they were all very skilled. Even the weakest was a Top Level Martial Arts Saint, possessing a higher cultivation level than Jared.

"Nonetheless, there's no need to feel discouraged. You killed Yosef, that bald monk who just advanced to Martial Arts God, with your abilities. That shows your potential, and Stormwind Sect welcomes talented individuals like you!” he added, pushing his offer relentlessly.

“I'm sorry, but I still have some other matters to attend to. Besides, I've no interest in joining your sect,” Jared replied with a shake of his head, then turned to walk away.

Unfortunately, the disciples of Stormwind Sect blocked his path and showed no intention of letting him leave.

"It isn't a question of whether you're interested because no one can turn us down. This isn't a discussion but an order,” said Garthor, histone imperious.

“And what if I adamantly refuse to

legs and carry

do that.” Jared

Martial Arts God who didn't even possess a tenth of the capabilities someone of that rank should have. Today, I'll give you a taste of a

saying that, he slowly raised his arm. Although it was only a slight

terrifying aura swept toward Jared like endless

grew thick and heavy in the blink of an eye. It even appeared to twist and

like the weight of numerous mountains pressed

Thud!

fell to the floor on one knee. His bones cracked, and his skin started reddening. Due to the immense pressure around him, his blood

became heavy, and cold sweat

that state made Garthor lift the corners of his lips into a slight smile, and his eyes flashed with disdain. At the end of the day, he's still just a Martial Arts Saint. No matter

how famous you are in