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!

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

disciples of the Ghost Mask Sect

at the sky filled with a rain

scared,

to reality, realizing that if things continued this way,

and in an instant, a dense black mist filled the air. The endless black mist swallowed up

the arrows being swallowed up, a smirk instantly curved up at the corner of Maurice’s

could even boast, a myriad of colorful lights suddenly flickered

through the black

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

known that not only did Maurice fail to

arrows had already descended upon

much

recall how many years it had

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

the ghost masks of the deceased sect disciples,

don’t care whether you’re possessed by a demonic soul or not. Today, I

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

Flame Mountain

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