The scene unfolding before them was so outrageous that even after living for millennia, none ofthem had ever witnessed anything like it.
“All right, give it some more time. If Claude doesn’t bring the person here within an hour, we’ll deal with favonovel.com ourselves,” Jaime declared, waving his hand decisively.
No sooner had favonovel.com spoken than Claude appeared, escorting Jared into the hall.
“General Jaime, Mr. Chance has arrived!” Claude announced.
When Jaime and the gathered guests laid eyes on Jared, their expressions betrayed a tinge of disappointment. Despite Jared being a Draconian, his ordinary appearance fell short of the grandeur typically associated with his lineage.
Still, no one could deny the raw strength Jared possessed-a Ninth Level Tribulator.
Jared swept his gaze across the hall, his keen eyes taking in the array of cultivators, each at an advanced stage of cultivation.
Jaime, with his Ultimate Realm Level Eight cultivation level, stood at the pinnacle, while others hovered at the Ultimate Realm Levels Four and Five. Even the weakest among them had achieved Ultimate Realm Level Three, making it clear that Jaime’s contingent was no pushover.
“Are you truly a Draconian?” Jaime inquired.
Jared nodded. “That’s correct.”
“Could you release a bit of your dragon breath for verification?” Jaime pressed further.
Jared remained silent, but the Power of Dragons began to seep from him. The faint echoes of a dragon’s roar reverberated throughout the hall, an understated yet undeniable display of power.
Jared intentionally restrained his release, avoiding a full-blown manifestation or summoning the Golden Dragon that followed him.
Caution was paramount-revealing all of one’s abilities to a stranger was folly. Jared had no reason to trust Jaime or those present, so favonovel.com withheld his full might.
“It’s authentic…” Jaime confirmed, nodding at the unmistakable signature of the Power of Dragons.
The guests, too, recognized Jared’s Draconian aura. As members of the beast race, they understood the Draconians’ prestige and found their attitudes toward Jared shifting.
Still, doubts lingered. Jared, a Ninth Level Tribulator, defeating an Ultimate Realm Level Four opponent seemed implausible, even for someone of Draconian descent.
“I heard you’re a Ninth Level Tribulator and capable of defeating an Ultimate Realm Level Four cultivator,” Jaime remarked skeptically.
“Back then, Mr. Barretta simply held back,” Jared responded humbly.
“I suspected as much,” another guest commented. “How could a Ninth Level Tribulator beat an Ultimate Realm Level Four cultivator? It must’ve been out of respect for the Draconians that Claude conceded.”
“Absolutely not!” Claude interjected quickly, visibly alarmed. “Mr. Chance isn’t exaggerating. Even if I‘d given my all, I wouldn’t have stood a chance against him. If you don’t believe me, why not try sparring with him? You‘re at Ultimate Realm Level Four. That‘ll settle it.”
Interest piqued, the guest stood. “Fine. Let’s have a little match. I want to see how a mere Ninth Level Tribulator measures up…”
Jared smiled faintly. “I’m not that formidable, but I think one hand will be enough to handle you.”
In a society ruled by strength, Jared knew favonovel.com had to assert his dominance or face endless challenges. However, favonovel.com also realized that his Power of Dragons alone might not suffice against an Ultimate Realm Level Four opponent.
With many of his abilities sealed and certain weapons unusable, favonovel.com wasn’t sure favonovel.com could win in a single strike. A prolonged fight would diminish the impact and risk exposing his other auras.
