The Man's Decree

A collective gasp caught in everyone’s throats. The notion of a First Level Tribulator cultivator standing motionless while being assaulted by a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator was beyond their imagination.

It resembled an adult striking an immobile child, a scenario too unsettling to fathom. Proclus’ palm hit Jared’s chest, and the tremendous force caused his figure to sway. He retreated several steps. Indeed, Proclus was formidable as a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator.

Jared sensed the turbulence of his internal energy. A surge of blood reached his throat, but he staunchly suppressed it. At that instant, Jared developed a fresh appreciation for the resilience of his physical form.

When Jared understood that using his Golem Body would neutralize Proclus attack, a confident smile graced his features. He gave a polite bow.

Everyone stared blankly at Jared, their eyes filled with disbelief.

It was unfathomable to him that Jared, a First Level Tribulator cultivator, could endure his strike. Jared had

but

a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator, he couldn’t even defeat

merciful. If you had used your full strength, this young man would undoubtedly be dead. I can see

defense using his usual excuse. However, Proclus shook his head and admitted, “While I didn’t

follow Dimas’ example of lying but chose to be straightforward. In terms of integrity, Proclus was far superior

you still remember our

“You instigated the attack, and in self-defense, he broke your arm. You should be

“Mr. Lunawick, I came

broke the rules, so

drive away my disciple?” Dimas was feeling somewhat helpless

the head of Bloodroot