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.

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

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

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

Claude, who was

voice carrying an air

his eyes as he gestured for his men to

combined power bearing down on Jared

his head. Then, with a sudden burst of movement,

Thud! Thud! Thud!

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

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

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

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