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.

hadn’t even used his full strength. If he

should have matched someone at Ultimate

dead, weren’t you?” Jared said with

didn’t answer. Instead, he glanced nervously toward Claude, who

softly, his voice carrying an air

A cruel glint flashed in his eyes as he gestured for his men to attack again. “Everyone, let’s hit him together. I refuse to believe he can take all

more, their combined power bearing down on

muttered, shaking his head. Then, with a sudden burst

Thud! Thud! Thud!

This time, Jared showed no restraint. The group lay scattered on the ground,

he had unleashed his full potential, not a single person would have survived. Over a dozen cultivators lay sprawled on the ground, gravely injured

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