The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4485

“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.

“You don't know anything,” Gatlin snapped, his expression dark. “I've figured it out—this kid has some serious backing. We can't afford to mess with him. If you don't want to retreat, don't blame me for what happens to you!”

Ruth held his tongue, not daring to utter another word.

Cayan smirked at the scene. “Gatlin, you may lack many talents, but you certainly know how to punish your disciple.”

Gatlin ignored the jab, his gaze darting around the battlefield as he silently worked out a potential escape plan.

“Enough of this nonsense,” Milton growled, his face contorted with fury. “Let's take him down together. That kid must have something valuable on him!”

The humiliation 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 a bitter reminder, fueling his thirst for revenge.

“All right, let's charge together,” Cayan agreed with a nod.