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.

that Jared, a First Level Tribulator cultivator, could endure his strike. Jared had merely taken

but

shock to shame. As an elder of Creston Sect, a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator, he couldn’t even defeat a First Level Tribulator cultivator in front

this young man would undoubtedly be dead. I can see you haven’t even exerted half of your

Proclus shook his head and admitted, “While I didn’t use my full strength, I utilized more than eighty percent

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

Lunawick, do you still remember

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

in disbelief. “Mr. Lunawick, I came here

don’t care who you came here with. You broke the

drive away my disciple?” Dimas was feeling somewhat helpless

Koritnik, the head of Bloodroot Peak. Seeing him, both Dalton and Rosetta reluctantly greeted, “Mr.