A Man Like None Other

Jared glanced at Fraser and gave a faint smile. “Well, then. Watch how I eradicate Tenth Hall!”

After Jared finished speaking, the Dragonslayer Sword in his hand vanished in an instant, only to be replaced by the Divine Bow.

Jared had finally decided to put it to use.

It was important to understand that Jared rarely showcased the Divine Bow. He feared that if people coveted this divine weapon, it could potentially bring harm to himself.

It was said that a person’s talent or treasure would arouse the envy of others, courting trouble. However, Jared was now invincible, so he wasn’t worried about anyone coveting his Divine Bow anymore.

With the emergence of the Divine Bow, the atmosphere within the grand hall suddenly escalated to a point of extreme tension.

The bow shimmered with a subtle blue glow as if it held the power of the stars within. Each flicker was enough to set one’s heart racing.

Upon seeing the Divine Bow in Jared’s grasp, everyone was taken aback, their astonishment palpable. Orion and the rest couldn’t help but retreat continuously, fearing they might get injured by the Divine Bow.

“Divine Bow? You actually possess such a sacred item!”

The disbelief in Tennyson’s voice was palpable; he was well aware of the formidable reputation of the Divine Bow, a terrifying entity capable of slaying celestials and demons.

Jared clutched the Divine Bow tightly, his gaze burning intensely. It was as if the strength within him had started to surge and boil over at that moment.

deep breath, adjusting his stance, readying himself to

the mighty power

gathered all his strength into his right hand, pulling back the bowstring. It was as if the air itself had

the situation, Tennyson dared not take it lightly. He quickly concentrated all his spiritual energy, forming a substantial shield

aware that this was not child’s play. This arrow, even with the slightest negligence, could lead

Swoosh!

streaked across the sky, accompanied by a deafening sonic boom, heading straight for

if space itself was torn apart, leaving behind

Boom!

between the arrow and the

force of the arrow’s impact, the shield unexpectedly began to tremble violently,

drastically. He had never imagined that the power

shield, but the terrifying force continued to gnaw at

“Again!”

Tennyson a chance to catch his breath. Once again, he drew his bowstring, ready to unleash a second

all. The blue glow on the arrow was even more dazzling as if it was about to illuminate the entire

terror, fully aware that he could no longer withstand such

with no choice but to make a desperate attempt. He concentrated all his spiritual energy into his fists,