As though it wanted to devour everything in the shop, wild and unruly, carrying an air of defiance toward the whole world.
"Only those of the Devil Race can wield this devil bow. I'll give it to you, but whether you can suppress it will depend entirely on yourself," the puppet man said blandly.
Xu Zimo sensed the aura emanating from the bow. The Hell Suppressing Demon Body within him stirred restlessly, and he felt an inexplicable affinity toward it.
"Come, bow," he shouted softly.
As if it had heard his summons, the Sky Demon Bow trembled slightly and flew toward Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo grasped the longbow in his hand and felt as though it had become one with him.
The devil bow had actually acknowledged him as its master, becoming like an extension of his arm, utterly obedient to his command.
Devil qi surged through the air. Xu Zimo could tell that the Sky Demon Bow was merely the vessel, while its arrows had to be condensed from devil qi.
As long as there was enough devil qi, there would be countless devil arrows.
This bow was not particularly powerful. It had likely once belonged to a great devil before later being lost in this shop.
"You truly are extraordinary, Young Master. Having such a devil weapon acknowledge you as its master, your strength will surely rise by another level," the middle-aged man beside him suddenly said with a smile.
Xu Zimo glanced at the middle-aged man and nodded slightly.
"May I ask where you are from, Young Master?" The middle-aged man smiled and introduced himself first.
"I am Huangfu Xuan."
"Red King Huangfu Xuan?" Before Xu Zimo could react, Jiang Changsheng cried out in surprise.
He stared at the middle-aged man in astonishment. "You are the Red