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.

but as they looked at the sky filled with a rain of arrows, they had no

be scared,

to reality, realizing that if things continued this way, they

gesture with his large hand, and in an instant, a dense black mist filled the air. The endless black mist swallowed up each and every arrow

smirk instantly curved up at the corner of

myriad of colorful lights suddenly

pierced through the black mist and

the situation unfold, Maurice hastily dodged. Upon hearing Maurice’s words, the disciples of Ghost Mask Sect stood frozen in place, believing that Maurice could fend off this

that not only did Maurice fail to

Mask Sect had reacted, countless arrows had already descended upon them, turning them into porcupines. One by one, they fell

is fun, so much fun…” Vermillion Demon Lord

how many years it

only a handful of the dozens of disciples from the Ghost Mask Sect were still alive, but they all

ghost masks of the deceased sect disciples,

demonic soul or

was grim, and with a sudden wave of his hand, a terrifying

entire Divine Flame Mountain

ant. How dare you resist? Well then, allow me to

gazed at the furious Maurice, his