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.

If he had, they wouldn’t have just been thrown back-they would’ve been

Level One and Two, their combined strength should have matched someone at Ultimate Realm

dead, weren’t you?” Jared said with a calm smile,

he glanced nervously toward Claude, who was

said softly, his voice carrying an

for a moment, then his face hardened. A cruel glint flashed in his eyes as he gestured for his men to

their combined power bearing down on Jared like

shaking his head. Then, with a

Thud! Thud! Thud!

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 survived. Over a dozen cultivators lay sprawled on

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