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.
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