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 been

have matched someone at Ultimate Realm Level Four. Yet they had

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

glanced nervously toward Claude, who was

Claude said softly, his voice carrying an

as he gestured for his men to attack again.

once more, their combined

Then, with a sudden burst of movement, he swung his fists

Thud! Thud! Thud!

cultivators were hurled through the air, crashing to the ground. This time, Jared showed no restraint. The group lay scattered on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to get back up. The leader coughed up

his human aura and relied solely on the strength of the beast race when he fought. Even so, his power was overwhelming. If he had unleashed his full potential, not a single person would have survived. Over a

of thousands stared in stunned silence, the tension so thick it was almost tangible. Ezio rubbed his

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