Before anyone could evenprehend what had transpired, Jared stood among the chaos,


    Dragonyer Sword in hand, its de still dripping with fresh blood.


    Gasp!


    Every disciple of Pathfinder Sect drew in a sharp breath, their initial frustration now reced 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 Tribtor dispatch a Fourth Level Tribtor with such precision and speed


    left them speechless.


    Even for a Fifth Level Tribtor, such a feat would be impressive, but Jared had aplished 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 fallenrade, bbergasted.


    “Brat! You’ll pay for this with your life!” he bellowed, his voice reverberating with fury as he lunged


    toward Jared with a scimitar encased in a sinister ck aura.


    “I won’t let you harm Mr. Chance!” In response, Dillon surged forward, his determination fueled by


    Jared’s astounding disy of strength moments earlier.


    As Dillon shed with One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic Cultivators surged


    toward Jared.


    “Nine Shadows!” Jared’s voice thundered as he wielded the Dragonyer Sword. With each stroke,


    one figure after another materialized until there were seven identical versions of himself, each adorned


    in gleaming golden armor and brandishing a Dragonyer Sword. Their eyes zed with an


    unmistakable murderous intent as they faced down the Demonic ‘Cultivators.


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


    dumbfounded.


    Their shock was mirrored by the disciples of Pathfinder Sect and the other cultivators aboard the


    airship, who watched in awe.


    They were puzzled, wondering what manner of technique was Jared employing, how had he multiplied


    himself so suddenly, and which figure was the real deal.


    “Don’t panic! It’s merely an illusion spell! It’s all fake! Just continue your attacks!” One-Eyed roared,


    rallying his underlings when he noticed their confusion.


    He was confident Jared had used some sort of illusion to confuse everyone.


    With renewed determination, the Demonic Cultivatorsunched their assault once more, their mystical


    weapons slicing through the air in a synchronized barrage aimed at the illusionary Jareds.


    Jared soared into the air, Dragonyer Sword gleaming in his grasp.


    Instantly, the attention of the Demonic Cultivators converged on him. They recognized him as the


    genuine threat amidst the illusions, focusing their assault on the real Jared with a determined intensity.


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    That was exactly what Jared wanted. The Demonic Cultivators leaped into the air, charging straight


    toward Jared,pletely ignoring the duplicate bodies of Jared below.


    As the Demonic Cultivators closed in on him, they were caught off guard by an unexpected chill


    creeping up from behind.


    Initially assuming it was the disciples of Pathfinder Sect making their move, they turned to find, to their


    astonishment, the Jared clones that they had overlooked charging toward them with Dragonyer


    Swords in hand.


    The Demonic Cultivators stood frozen in shock, their faces pale as they witnessed six or seven of their


    comrades swiftly cut down, halving their force in an instant.


    “What is going on?”


    “D*mn! His shadow clones can kill, too?”


    “These clones aren’t just illusions! They each have their own distinct auras!”


    “That’s terrifying! Is this brat really a Third Level Tribtor?”


    The spectators, including the disciples from Pathfinder Sect and the passengers on the airship, were


    equally stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.


    One-Eyed, engrossed in his battle with Dillon, hadn’t noticed the unfolding chaos until he casually


    nced over. His expression morphed into dumbfounded disbelief as he beheld the scene before him.


    Just moments earlier, his underlings were spiritedly engaged inbat, but now, half of themy


    lifeless.


    He struggled toprehend how Jared had managed to aplish that.


    In that fleeting moment of One-Eyed’s disbelief, Dillon seized the opportunity with precision. With a


    swift strike aimed at One-Eyed’s chest, he sent him hurtling a considerable distance away.