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.

bellowed, his voice reverberating with fury as he lunged toward Jared with a scimitar

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

with One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic

versions of himself, each adorned in gleaming golden armor and brandishing a Dragonslayer Sword.

Jareds left the dozen or so Demonic Cultivators utterly

disciples of Pathfinder Sect and the other cultivators

had he multiplied

panic! It’s merely an illusion spell! It’s all fake! Just continue your

Jared had used some sort of illusion to

more, their mystical weapons slicing through the air

into the air, Dragonslayer

Demonic Cultivators converged on him. They recognized him as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault on the real Jared with a

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

closed in on him, they were caught off guard

was the disciples of Pathfinder Sect making their move, they turned to find, to their astonishment, the Jared clones that they

in shock, their faces pale as they witnessed six or seven of their