The Man's Decree

“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.

filled with a rain of

be scared, don’t

realizing that if things continued this way, they would

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

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

a myriad of colorful lights suddenly flickered within

pierced through the black mist and descended swiftly

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

could have known that not only did Maurice

Ghost Mask Sect had reacted, countless arrows had already descended upon them, turning

fun, so much fun…” Vermillion

couldn’t quite recall how many years it had

the dozens of disciples from the Ghost

the ghost masks of the

by a demonic soul or not. Today, I am determined to end

sudden wave of his hand,

descended as the entire Divine Flame Mountain was shrouded in a black

but a mere ant. How dare you resist? Well then, allow

furious Maurice, his