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.

found himself gazing at Jared incredulously. It was unfathomable to him that Jared, a First Level Tribulator cultivator, could endure his strike. Jared had merely taken a

and Rosetta couldn’t help but express their

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

young man would undoubtedly be dead. I can see you haven’t

usual excuse. However, Proclus shook his head and admitted, “While I didn’t use my full strength, I utilized more than eighty percent of my power. This fellow’s physical body

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

do you still remember our

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

“Mr. Lunawick,

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

Dimas was feeling somewhat

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