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,

only at Level One and Two, their combined strength should have matched someone at Ultimate Realm Level Four. Yet

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

he glanced nervously toward Claude, who

softly, his voice carrying an air

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

dozen cultivators charged once more, their combined power

head. Then, with a

Thud! Thud! Thud!

no restraint. The group lay scattered on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to get

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, gravely injured and unable to

Ezio rubbed his eyes as if he

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