The Man’s Decree

Before anyone could even comprehend what had transpired, Jared stood among the chaos, Dragonslayer Sword in hand, its blade still dripping with fresh blood.

Gasp!

Every disciple of Pathfinder Sect drew in a sharp breath, their initial frustration now replaced by utter astonishment.

Just moments ago, they were irate because Jared looked down on them, but now, they stood in awe. Witnessing a Third Level Tribulator dispatch a Fourth Level Tribulator with such precision and speed left them speechless.

Even for a Fifth Level Tribulator, such a feat would be impressive, but Jared had accomplished it effortlessly.

Dillon, too, was profoundly astonished. He had underestimated Jared’s strength; he couldn’t fathom achieving such a feat himself.

One-Eyed stared at his fallen comrade, flabbergasted.

with fury as he lunged toward Jared with a scimitar encased in a

response, Dillon surged forward, his determination fueled by Jared’s astounding display

clashed with One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic Cultivators surged toward

there were seven identical versions of himself, each adorned in gleaming golden armor and brandishing a Dragonslayer Sword. Their eyes blazed with an unmistakable

of multiple identical Jareds left the dozen or so Demonic Cultivators utterly

and the other cultivators

Jared employing, how had he multiplied himself so suddenly, and which figure was

all fake! Just continue your attacks!” One-Eyed roared, rallying his underlings when

was confident Jared had used some sort of illusion to

their assault once more, their mystical weapons slicing through the air in a synchronized barrage aimed at the illusionary

Dragonslayer Sword gleaming

him. They recognized him as the genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault on