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.

at the sky filled with a rain of arrows,

scared,

reality, realizing that if things continued this way, they would face total

his large hand, and in an instant, a dense black mist filled

up, a smirk instantly

boast, a myriad of colorful lights suddenly flickered within

surprisingly pierced through the black mist and descended

of Ghost Mask Sect stood

who could have known that not only did Maurice fail to stop

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

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

how many years it had been since he last felt

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

of

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

of his hand, a

Divine Flame Mountain was

dare you resist? Well then, allow

gazed at the furious Maurice, his face