A Man Like None Other

Before long, Jared’s attention locked onto one individual in the group. A man clad entirely in white sat at the center, his sharp features accentuated by two horns on his head. The other beast race cultivators kept their distance, clearly wary of him.

“Who’s the guy with the horns?” Jared asked, pointing toward the man in the middle.

“That’s Claude Barretta,” Ezio whispered. “He likes to claim he’s a descendant of the Draconians, but he’s just a python. He’s strong, though, so nobody messes with him.”

“Descendant of the Draconians?” Jared asked, scrutinizing Claude.

The horns did resemble those of a dragon. If a sea serpent grew horns, it could transform into a true dragon. Perhaps this Claude wasn’t bluffing after all.

“How did he end up here?” Jared pressed.

brought here against their will. All I know is, every time we’re let out, he and his group are always under that tree.

him the right to stop others?” Jared scoffed, a cold smile tugging at

Ezio called out, trying to stop him. “You have no idea how strong he is, or the extent of his power. If you go over there, we

grip and continued. Their brief tug-of-war caught Claude’s attention. He lifted his head, his piercing gaze locking onto Jared’s. In that instant,

tension. Claude made a subtle gesture, and within moments, a

went pale. Panic set in, and without hesitation, he let go of Jared and retreated a safe distance. Self-preservation was his priority,

Jared were all of Ultimate Realm Level

one of them, a man

your territory?” Jared shot back, unfazed. “I’ll go wherever I please. What are you going

arms, his tone sharp with defiance. “And by the way, you’re locked up just like the rest of us. What’s there

calm retort left the group momentarily stunned. None of