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

surged forward, his determination fueled by Jared’s astounding

struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic

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 armor and brandishing a Dragonslayer Sword. Their eyes blazed with an unmistakable murderous

identical Jareds left the dozen

shock was mirrored by the disciples of Pathfinder Sect and

technique was Jared employing, how had he multiplied

It’s all fake! Just continue your

had used some sort of

once more, their mystical weapons slicing through the air in a synchronized

air, Dragonslayer

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