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

scared,

back to reality, realizing that if things

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

a smirk instantly curved up at the corner

myriad of colorful lights suddenly flickered

that were devoured surprisingly pierced through the black mist

situation unfold, Maurice hastily dodged. Upon hearing Maurice’s words, the disciples of Ghost Mask Sect stood frozen

have known that not only did Maurice fail

reacted, countless arrows had

so much fun…” Vermillion

many years it had been

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

looking at the ghost masks of the deceased sect disciples,

demonic soul or not. Today,

a sudden wave of his hand, a terrifying

the entire Divine Flame Mountain was shrouded

a mere ant. How dare you resist? Well

at the furious Maurice, his