A Man Like None Other

As Dillon executed his move, he also witnessed the astonishing sight unfolding before him: Jared, in the blink of an eye, had single- handedly eliminated half of the dozen or so Demonic Cultivators.

It was now abundantly clear to Dillon why Jared had earlier asked if he could face One-Eyed alone.

The fact that over a dozen Demonic Cultivators, who were Fourth or Fifth Level Tribulators, stood no chance against Jared, a mere Third Level Tribulator, was simply absurd.

“Retreat!” One-Eyed could sense the turmoil within himself, knowing he was injured.

Realizing his current state was no longer fit for battle, coupled with the fact that his underlings were no match for Jared either, he swiftly waved his hand, making the decision to retreat.

Neither Dillon nor Jared gave chase. Their primary objective was to continue their journey. Engaging in further conflict would only serve as a needless distraction.

identity now exposed, they had to remain vigilant, as more interruptions were likely to arise during their journey to Lunarius Palace. Dillon understood

Dillon inquired, concern evident in

only Fourth and Fifth Level Tribulators. They can’t harm

no longer thought Jared was showing

comprehended why the Demon Seal Alliance had placed such

returned to the airship, Dillon noticed the deceased cultivator

when Jared said, “This person discovered my identity and

on his side. I took care of him instead…” Dillon didn’t say much after hearing Jared’s explanation. His gaze swept over the numerous cultivators aboard the airship as he spoke. “As passengers of Pathfinder Sect, I assure you of your safety. However, should any of you dare to cause trouble on this airship, I will not hesitate to enforce discipline!” Dillon was clearly warning everyone not to mess with Jared. With the warning issued, the airship resumed its journey smoothly,

days passed uneventfully, and finally, the airship arrived at the edge of the southern