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.

You’ll pay for this with your life!” he bellowed, his voice reverberating with fury as he lunged

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

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

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

of multiple identical Jareds left the dozen

the disciples of Pathfinder Sect and the other cultivators aboard the airship, who

what manner of technique was Jared employing, how had he multiplied himself

continue your attacks!” One-Eyed

was confident Jared had used some sort of illusion to confuse

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

Dragonslayer Sword

him as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault on the