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.

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

let you harm Mr. Chance!” In response, Dillon surged forward, his determination

One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic Cultivators surged toward

himself, each adorned in gleaming golden armor and brandishing a Dragonslayer Sword. Their eyes blazed with an unmistakable murderous intent

left the dozen or

the disciples of Pathfinder Sect and

had he multiplied

continue

had used some sort

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

the air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming in

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

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