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.

this with your life!” he bellowed, his voice reverberating with fury as he lunged toward Jared with a scimitar encased in

forward, his determination fueled by Jared’s

struggle, the remaining dozen

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

sudden appearance of multiple identical Jareds left

and the other cultivators aboard the airship, who watched

what manner of technique was Jared employing, how had he multiplied himself so suddenly, and which figure

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

was confident Jared had used some sort of illusion

Cultivators launched their assault once more, their mystical weapons

into the air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming

attention of the Demonic Cultivators converged on him. They recognized him as the genuine threat

Demonic Cultivators leaped into the air, charging straight toward Jared,

they were caught off

was the 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

they witnessed six