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.

strength. If he had, they wouldn’t

combined strength should have matched someone at Ultimate Realm

one who wanted me dead, weren’t you?” Jared said with a calm smile, his tone laced

answer. Instead, he glanced nervously toward Claude, who was now

voice carrying an air

for his men to attack

charged once more, their combined power bearing down on Jared like a

people just don’t learn,” Jared muttered, shaking his head. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, he swung his fists

Thud! Thud! Thud!

restraint. The group lay scattered on

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, gravely injured and unable to

crowd of thousands stared in stunned silence, the tension so thick it was almost tangible. Ezio rubbed his eyes as if he couldn’t trust what he was seeing. His expression was

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