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.

Jared hadn’t even used his full strength. If he had, they wouldn’t have just

matched someone at Ultimate Realm Level Four. Yet they had been powerless against Jared’s

Jared said with a calm smile,

glanced nervously toward Claude, who was now watching Jared with narrowed eyes

softly, his voice

eyes as he gestured for his

charged once more, their combined power bearing down on

learn,” Jared muttered, shaking his head. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, he swung his fists with

Thud! Thud! Thud!

to the ground. This time, Jared showed no restraint. The group lay scattered on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to get back up.

was overwhelming. If he had unleashed his full potential, not a single person would

tension so thick it was almost tangible. Ezio rubbed his eyes as if he couldn’t trust

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