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.

voice reverberating with fury as he lunged toward Jared with a scimitar

Chance!” In response, Dillon surged forward, his determination fueled by Jared’s astounding display

One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic Cultivators surged toward

thundered as he wielded the Dragonslayer Sword. With each stroke, 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

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

Sect and the

were puzzled, wondering what manner of technique was Jared employing, how had he multiplied himself so

spell! It’s all fake! Just continue your attacks!” One-Eyed roared, rallying his underlings when he noticed

confident Jared had used some sort of

renewed determination, the Demonic Cultivators launched their assault once more, their mystical weapons

into the air, Dragonslayer Sword

him as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault on the real Jared with a determined

what Jared wanted. The Demonic Cultivators leaped into the air,

the Demonic Cultivators closed in on him, they were caught off guard

disciples of Pathfinder Sect making their move, they turned to find, to their astonishment, the Jared clones that they had overlooked charging toward them with Dragonslayer Swords in

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