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 had, they

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

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

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

Claude said softly, his voice carrying

face hardened. 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

cultivators charged once more, their combined power

shaking his head. Then, with a

Thud! Thud! Thud!

restraint. The group lay scattered on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to get back up. The leader coughed up blood, his face

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

almost tangible. Ezio rubbed his eyes as if he couldn’t trust what he was seeing. His expression was a mixture