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.

he bellowed, his voice reverberating with fury as he lunged toward Jared with a

forward, his determination fueled

clashed with One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the

wielded the Dragonslayer Sword. With each stroke, one figure after another materialized until there were seven identical versions of himself, each adorned in gleaming

left the

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

employing, how had he multiplied himself so suddenly, and which figure was

continue your attacks!” One-Eyed roared, rallying his underlings when he noticed

confident Jared had used some sort

determination, the Demonic Cultivators launched their assault once more, their mystical weapons slicing

Dragonslayer

the attention 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 a determined