A Man Like None Other

“Eider Keaton!”

The members from Thorne Sect gasped in shock, each wanting to rush forward to help, but Jared coldly swept them with a glance.

“We’re fighting one-on-one. If any of you dare to intervene, then prepare to face death…”

With just a single phrase, the invisible pressure from made the members of the Thorne Sect dare not act recklessly.

With great difficulty, Keaton picked himself up from the ground, his eyes filled with shock and defiance. He hadn’t expected that he, a respected immortal Realm Level Four expert, would be cornered to such an extent by a mere Ultimate Realm Level Three.

And to top it all off, the other party didn’t even use a sword. What a miscalculation on his part. But by now, there was no way to back down.

“Get ready for the third move!” Jared’s voice rang out again, his figure appearing before Keaton like a phantom.

A flicker of despair flashed in the eyes of Keaton. He knew had to give it his all.

A flash of ruthlessness suddenly crossed his eyes.

“I won’t die…” Keaton fiercely bit his tongue, spewing out a mouthful of blood essence.

as roared out, “Thorne Sect’s forbidden technique… Soul Devouring

black butterflies emerged from his body. Each butterfly carried a heavy aura of

everything in sight. Even the air appeared to corrode under their presence,

fists to be

a punch. But just as his fist was about to

time, those black

blood gushing from his mouth, his

not to use his sword, and allowed Jared three moves. However, for the third move, Jared shamelessly used the Dragonslayer Sword. It

Soul Devouring Butterflies,

Keaton whose face was filled with tension. He said, “I’m sorry. I failed to keep my promise. My apologies

apologizing to Keaton, and his

glared intensely at Jared. His face was a mask of fury as if wished could tear Jared apart with his

body slowly collapsed, and in the

was fatally stabbed by

The crowd from the Thorne

How dare you break your word!” Toben