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.

full strength. If he had, they wouldn’t have just

have matched someone at Ultimate Realm

one who wanted me dead, weren’t you?” Jared said with

toward Claude, who was now watching Jared with

said softly, his voice

he gestured for his men to attack again.

cultivators charged once more, their combined power bearing

muttered, shaking his head. Then, with a

Thud! Thud! Thud!

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

strength of the beast race when he fought. Even so, his power was overwhelming. If he had

so thick it was almost tangible. Ezio rubbed his