A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

Rumble…

Meanwhile, Jared, with a swift strike of his sword, sent Milton flying a full kilometer away in an instant. However, the force of the blow also sent Jared hurtling backward.

Gatlin’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing with concern. He had not anticipated Jared’s strength to be so overwhelming. Milton was considered the strongest among their group, and he had been sent flying with ease.

Despite being at the Tribulation Stage, Jared had managed to spar with Milton for so long without sustaining any major injuries.

This is just absurd!

Gatlin was grateful he hadn’t rashly attacked Jared himself-had he been defeated by the young Tribulator, it would have been a crushing humiliation.

Milton, still reeling from Jared’s sword strike, slowly lowered his gaze. To his astonishment, he noticed a wound on his left chest. It wasn’t deep, but the fact that a mere Seventh Level Tribulator had managed to inflict any injury on him at all was utterly absurd.

At that moment, Milton’s fury surged. The humiliation was too much to bear, especially with others watching. As an Ultimate Realm Level Four cultivator, being bested by a mere Seventh Level Tribulator would have been an embarrassing blow to his pride. Worse still, he had just mocked Gatlin for being too timid to take on Jared. Now, here he was, in the very position he had ridiculed-this was the very definition of karma.

Today, you die!” Milton growled, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles whitened. A terrifying aura exploded from within him, rippling outward like a violent hurricane, its force

an eye, Milton surged forward like a bolt of lightning, his body a blur as

he was about to strike, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. His brows furrowed

the others, sensing the shift in atmosphere, turned their attention

Allardland are coming. Stop wasting time!” Gatlin called out, his tone

forces, take this young man down, and

in unison. The sight of five powerful cultivators targeting a Seventh Level Tribulator would, if it got out, likely become

of terrifying energy erupted from their combined assault, ripping through the air and distorting the very fabric of the void. The universe itself seemed to tremble, as though the

faced the overwhelming force of their simultaneous assault, his brow furrowed

muttered bitterly, cursing under

that chastising them would be pointless. These Demonic Cultivators had no regard for martial ethics, and they were beyond reason. Although Jared knew he wasn’t inferior to them, he

his Dragonslayer Sword and immediately unleashed a flurry of brilliant sword light, halting the five attackers

called upon the Divine Bow. The moment the bow was

could even react, Jared had already