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.

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

response, Dillon surged forward, his determination

clashed with One-Eyed in a fierce struggle,

voice 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

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

Pathfinder Sect and the other cultivators

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

Just continue your attacks!” One-Eyed roared, rallying

confident Jared had used some sort of

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

air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming in his

Demonic Cultivators converged on him. They recognized him as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing