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.

with your life!” he bellowed, his voice reverberating with fury as he

Chance!” In response, Dillon surged forward, his determination fueled by

fierce struggle, the remaining dozen

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

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

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

technique was Jared employing, how had he multiplied himself so

illusion spell! It’s all fake! Just continue

some sort of illusion to

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

the air, Dragonslayer Sword gleaming in

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