A Man Like None Other

Though Suspine was evil, he wasn’t stupid.

“Listen up, everyone,” he called out to his fellow disciples. “This Jared is valuable. If we capture him and hand him over to the Demon Seal Alliance, we’ll be set for life. Let’s take him together. He’s only a Seventh Level Tribulator. With so many of us, there’s no way we can’t win!”

“Hold on,” one of the junior disciples interjected, his voice uncertain. “The Demon Seal Alliance sent Ultimate Realm Level Four cultivators after him, and they still couldn’t handle him. Are you sure we can pull it off?”

At these words, Jared quickly realized they were referring to Ruth, Seth, and his group from the other day. It hadn’t been long, yet they already knew about that group’s defeat. This meant they had some connection with the Demon Seal Alliance.

These individuals had likely played a role in betraying the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, possibly even helping disable the sect defense formation during the Demon Seal Alliance’s attack.

“He’s got to have help. There’s no way a Seventh-Level Tribulation could have beaten an Ultimate Realm Level Four cultivator. It’s impossible, We need to seize this chance while his backup isn’t around. Move quickly! If his help arrives, we’re in trouble,” Suspine urged, his voice sharp.

The disciples exchanged looks, seeing some truth in what Suspine had said. They quickly grabbed their fallen longswords and, in a coordinated rush, charged toward Jared.

stood back and watched. He was clearly using his fellow

but if he was pretending to be weaker than

while observing. His followers unleashed their full power, attacking with all their might

casually, sheathing his

all Tribulators, with the strongest being a Ninth Level Tribulator. Jared figured that pulling out his sword would be overkill. Dealing with these guys didn’t require it. He would handle them without

swift leap, Jared’s feet barely

energy shot from his toes. The force tore through the air, shaking the

up against Eighth and

be far more skilled than he had let on. The outcome of this fight was going

“What’s going on?”

bewildered by his spiritual energy, which seemed so casual, as if he didn’t even consider

attention. Yet with a light tap of