The Man's Decree

Before anyone could even comprehend what had transpired, Jared stood among the chaos, Dragonslayer Sword in hand, its blade still dripping with fresh blood.

Gasp!

Every disciple of Pathfinder Sect drew in a sharp breath, their initial frustration now replaced by utter astonishment.

Just moments ago, they were irate because Jared looked down on them, but now, they stood in awe. Witnessing a Third Level Tribulator dispatch a Fourth Level Tribulator with such precision and speed left them speechless.

Even for a Fifth Level Tribulator, such a feat would be impressive, but Jared had accomplished it effortlessly.

Dillon, too, was profoundly astonished. He had underestimated Jared’s strength; he couldn’t fathom achieving such a feat himself.

One-Eyed stared at his fallen comrade, flabbergasted.

reverberating with fury as he lunged toward Jared with a scimitar encased in

let you harm Mr. Chance!” In response, Dillon surged forward, his

fierce struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic Cultivators surged toward

one figure after another materialized until there were seven identical versions of himself, each adorned in gleaming golden armor and brandishing a Dragonslayer Sword. Their eyes blazed with an unmistakable murderous intent as they faced down the

appearance of multiple identical Jareds left the dozen or so Demonic Cultivators utterly

by the disciples of Pathfinder Sect and the other

what manner of technique was Jared employing, how had

merely an illusion spell! It’s all fake! Just continue your attacks!” One-Eyed

used some sort

their mystical weapons slicing through the air in a synchronized barrage aimed at

into the air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming in his

attention of the Demonic Cultivators converged on him. They recognized him as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault on the

leaped into the air, charging straight toward Jared,

were caught off guard by an unexpected chill creeping up from

they turned to find, to their astonishment, the Jared clones

faces pale as they witnessed six or seven of their comrades swiftly cut down, halving their force in an