A Man Like None Other

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

surged forward, his determination fueled by Jared’s astounding display of

in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic Cultivators surged

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

appearance of multiple identical Jareds left the

and the other

employing, how had he multiplied himself so

an illusion spell! It’s all fake! Just continue

had used some sort

Demonic Cultivators launched their assault once more, their mystical weapons slicing through the air in a synchronized barrage aimed at the

soared into the air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming in

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