A Man Like None Other

Ezio stood on the sidelines, his face tense with worry as he watched the scene unfold. Around them, other cultivators lingered at a safe distance, none daring to step in.

Beneath the ancient tree, Claude, dressed in pristine white, observed the confrontation with a look of amusement. His aura exuded arrogance, embodying the pride of the Draconians.

But when the dozen cultivators charged at Jared, Claude’s expression faltered.

Jared moved like a phantom, weaving effortlessly among them. Before anyone could react, the cultivators were sent hurtling back, landing in crumpled heaps beneath the ancient tree.

The crowd watched in stunned silence. Jared, a Ninth Level Tribulator, had utterly outclassed the group of Ultimate Realm cultivators.

This is absurd!

“Y-You…” The man picked himself up, staring at Jared in astonishment.

even used his full strength. If he had, they

combined strength should have matched someone at Ultimate Realm Level Four.

dead, weren’t you?” Jared said with a calm smile, his

who was now watching Jared with narrowed eyes and

said softly, his voice carrying

for his men to attack again. “Everyone, let’s hit him together. I refuse to

once more, their combined power bearing down on Jared like

don’t learn,” Jared muttered, shaking his head. Then, with

Thud! Thud! Thud!

lay scattered on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to get back up. The leader coughed up blood, his face

of the beast race when he fought. Even so, his power was overwhelming. If he had unleashed his full potential, not a single person would have survived. Over a dozen cultivators lay sprawled on the ground,

was almost tangible. Ezio rubbed his eyes as if he couldn’t