A Man Like None Other

When it came to the flaming energy surrounding him, what Jared felt was no longer the scorching heat but a sensation of utmost comfort!

At that moment, Jared emanated a radiant glow, surrounded by a ring of crimson flames. He looked like an immortal descending upon the earth.

With that, Jared truly grasped the essence of the True Fire Spiritual body.

The True Fire Spiritual body, to put it simply, was a spiritual body formed from internal flames. This spiritual body possessed absolute immunity to any type of flame.

So, when Jared merged with his spiritual body, Maurice’s internal flame attack felt like a mere tickle to him.

“I’m not sure if the True Fire Spiritual body has any vulnerabilities. Moreover, since it hasn’t fully developed yet, I have no idea about the limits of internal flames it can withstand. That said, if Violet Flame Sect possesses the True Fire Spiritual body, does this mean other martial arts sects have their own unique spiritual body techniques as well?” Jared wondered out loud in the midst of his shock.

His understanding of the True Fire Spiritual body was still too limited.

“What… What kind of technique is this?”

Maurice saw Jared in his new state and realized the latter was unafraid of his internal flame attacks.

It left Maurice utterly baffled, his mind filled with confusion.

He genuinely couldn’t understand how Jared, a Fourth Level Tribulator, could pull off such tricks all the time.

He had never even seen these techniques before, let alone understood them.

Initially, he thought Jared was a mouse in a trap where doom was inevitable, but now, the situation was anything but that.

The red flame that enveloped Jared seemed to be much stronger than his own internal flame.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“I’m an Ultimate Realm Tribulator, how could I possibly fear a mere Fourth Level Tribulator like you? No matter what extraordinary abilities you possess, they are futile in the face of the vast chasm between our cultivation level. I refuse to believe that you can defeat me.”

Maurice simply couldn’t believe that Jared had any chance of defeating him.

Although Jared’s skills were surprisingly Impressive, the power of Maurice’s cultivation level was still undeniable.

Such a vast difference in their cultivation levels couldn’t possibly be bridged by one or two techniques.

Maurice roared in fury, his palms coming together. Simultaneously, dozens of ghost masks appeared on his body, their mouths gaping open. Streams of dark spiritual light surged forth, all converging toward Jared.

At this moment, Jared looked at Maurice, nо longer filled with the panic he felt earlier.

After he had merged with the True Fire Spiritual body, he was in his element within the flame vortex.

It was as if this body was born for the flames, only in such a place could it find comfort and unleash its full strength.

Jared felt as though he was the master of this river of lava.

Just as the attack was about to hit Jared, who had previously moved sluggishly, he suddenly vanished from sight.

Maurice was taken aback and quickly glanced around.

“I’m right here…”

Jared’s voice suddenly emanated from behind Maurice.

The latter shuddered, finding it hard to believe that Jared had appeared behind him.

One should know that within the flame vortex, even the simplest movement was challenging, let alone moving around at the speed Jared had shown.

This is impossible. The flame vortex has warped the void, and its massive centrifugal force is hindering all movement. How could Jared simply ignore all this?

“How… How on earth did you manage to do it?” Maurice asked, an incredulous look in his eyes.

“My strength is far greater than what you’ve seen. Do you really think the hundred-year offering of the Demon Seal Alliance was easy to obtain? Many cultivators from the Ethereal Realm have been targeting me, yet none of them have succeeded. You wouldn’t think it was down to luck, would you? Everyone who wanted me dead is now nothing but ashes, and you will not be an exception!”

Jared stared icily at Maurice, slowly lifting his hand. A pulsating ball of crimson flame was dancing atop his palm.