“Divine Bow… How could this kid possibly possess the Divine Bow?” Milton muttered in disbelief, his gaze fixed on the severed stump of his arm.

The others shared his shock, their eyes locked on the weapon in Jared’s hand, brows furrowing in confusion. The Divine Bow was popular in the Ethereal Realm for its unmatched power. Yet, here it was, in the hands of Jared, a mere Tribulation Stage cultivator. None of them could fathom how such an extraordinary weapon had come to be wielded by someone so seemingly insignificant.

“I truly underestimated this young man. It seems he must have some significant backing,” Cayan murmured, his voice tinged with unease.

Gatlin, however, remained silent, his fingers moving rhythmically, as if he was calculating something. After a few tense moments, his expression darkened considerably. Without betraying a trace of emotion, he turned to Ruth and Seth, his tone cold and commanding. “Do not act recklessly later. Stay behind me and follow my lead.”

Ruth, visibly confused, frowned. “Mr. Gatlin, even if Jared has the Divine Bow, he’s just a Tribulator. If we join forces, we can undoubtedly take him down. Why are you even considering retreating? It’s humiliating!”

How could so many of us possibly fear Jared?

Gatlin delivered a resounding slap to Ruth’s face.

has some serious backing. We can’t afford to mess with him. If you don’t want to retreat, don’t

held his tongue, not daring

scene. “Gatlin, you may lack many talents, but you certainly know how

jab, his gaze darting around the battlefield

face contorted with fury. “Let’s take him down together. That kid must have something valuable

burned in his chest-a cultivator of his stature, an Ultimate Realm Level Four, reduced to this state by a mere Tribulator. His severed hand throbbed as

right, let’s charge together,” Cayan agreed

a blur of motion, with

the opposite direction, dragging

skidded to a halt, their confusion evident as they turned to see Gatlin and his disciples disappearing faster than startled rabbits. In the blink of an eye, the trio had vanished without a

Milton spat, his voice laced with

off by a mere Tribulator-what a coward!” Cayan scoffed, his expression a

return, I’m reporting him to Mr. Lefterov. He needs

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