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 had no idea where to seek

scared, don’t

reality, realizing that if things continued this way, they

black mist filled the air. The endless black mist swallowed up each and every arrow that had

all the arrows being swallowed up, a smirk instantly curved up at the corner of

of colorful lights suddenly flickered within the black

devoured surprisingly pierced through the black mist and descended swiftly toward the

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

not only did Maurice fail to stop

had

is fun, so much fun…” Vermillion Demon

years it had been since he last felt such

handful of the dozens of disciples from the Ghost Mask Sect were still

masks of the deceased

you’re possessed by a demonic soul or not. Today, I

with a sudden wave of his hand, a terrifying aura swept across

descended as the entire Divine Flame Mountain was

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

Maurice,