A Man Like None Other

“F*ck, Mr. Vermilion. Stop messing around. If the Divine Bow gets exposed, and word gets out, I’ll be targeted by everyone.”

Jared quickly refused when he realized that Vermilion Demon Lord intended to toy with his Divine Bow.

If even a single member of the Ghost Mask Sect were to escape and spread the news about the Divine Bow in Jared’s possession, the number of people wanting to kill him would certainly increase.

“Look at your stingy demeanor. Rest assured, no one is going to get out of here alive!”

After Vermilion Demon Lord finished speaking, he promptly retrieved the Divine Bow from Jared’s Storage Ring.

“F*ck…”

Jared wore a gloomy expression, but he was powerless to stop it.

At that moment, his body was entirely under the control of Vermilion Demon Lord. All Jared could do was retreat his divine soul into the consciousness field and watch.

Maurice stared blankly as he watched Jared suddenly produce a long bow. Then, Jared drew the bow and nocked an arrow. To his surprise, five kinds of internal flame condensed into a single arrow, ablaze with fierce flames!

Whoosh!

Jared drew his bow to its full extent and released five arrows into the sky. They then fell from mid-air. However, when it descended, it transformed into a dense shower of arrows!

The remaining disciples of the Ghost Mask Sect were in complete emotional turmoil at that moment.

looked at the sky filled with a rain of arrows, they

scared, don’t

that if things continued this way,

an instant, a dense black mist

swallowed up, a smirk instantly curved up at the corner of Maurice’s

of colorful lights suddenly flickered within the

arrows that were devoured surprisingly pierced through the black mist and descended swiftly toward

hearing Maurice’s words, the disciples of Ghost Mask Sect stood frozen in place, believing

could have known that not only did Maurice

reacted, countless arrows had already descended upon them,

this is fun, so much fun…” Vermillion Demon Lord

how many years it had been since he last felt such

point, only a handful of the dozens of disciples from the Ghost Mask Sect were

at the ghost masks of the deceased sect disciples,

whether you’re possessed by a demonic soul

wave of

the entire Divine Flame Mountain was shrouded in a

dare you resist? Well

at the furious Maurice, his face filled