The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Even until Cindy bade his goodbye, Ian still felt his head buzzing.

No matter what, he was still a third-stage Pulse Control Realm warrior, and he was also a sect disciple.

Hence, what type of scene had he not seen before?

Ian still felt he was deeply stunned today.

Cindy was not only highly talented in cultivation, but his strength was also unfathomable when facing an opponent of the same realm.

Moreover, Cindy was so young, yet he was already an inscription apprentice.

No matter which point one looked at, as long as it appeared on a sixteen-year-old, all the sects would surely value the person and try to win them over.

Ian could not help but feel jealous of Cindy for having all that.

He lamented that there were people who were God’s favorites.

That night, Ian used the Dark Moon Sect’s messenger and reported Cindy’s situation.

Not long after, the sect replied to Ian, and there were only eight words for him, ‘Do your best to win him over.’

Even though the message was short, Ian quivered.

It was obvious that this was the Dark Moon Sect’s attitude toward Bolot.

Looking at the message the sect sent him, Ian thought, ‘Moana, oh Moana! You must do your best in this upcoming competition, and don’t disappoint me.’

The final three days quickly passed by, and on the night before the decisive battle, the entire Evergreen Town seemed to have fallen into a strange atmosphere.

The surrounding air had a hint of tension and excitement, and everyone could not help but feel thrilled and electrified.

That night, Cindy stayed in Lawrence Manor, meditating cross-legged in the Time Warp Zone, as he controlled the rhythm of his breathing.

With each breath he took, the surrounding air was like a tide waving, making a crashing sound.

Soon, a few glowing thin lines were appearing on the surface of Cindy’s skin.

As time passed by, the number of fine illuminating lines also increased.

first, there was one, then two, three,

fine lines

were like

different places, they were connected, spreading all over Cindy’s body as they joined the heart, liver, spleen,

seemed to be light dots appearing in

like the stars, but some were gathered together like a stream or a band of

they were spots of lights or light streams, they floated around Josef,

fine lines that appeared on

eyes, and there was

uttered, “The essence of the

but nine days passed in

the meridians in his body emerge, and he

Pulse Control Realm referred to condensing or controlling these

stage of the Pulse Control Realm, condensing 12

stage of the Pulse Control Realm, condensing

stage of Pulse the Control Realm, condensing 36

the 12 meridians that belonged to the first stage of the Pulse Control Realm

energy channels were still subtle and insignificant, and they were yet to

could only temporarily prove that Cindy approached the Pulse Control Realm, but was yet to truly enter that

a step further, and he could wholly condense the 12

the condensation of the meridian was as easy as pie for

would be letting these

many cultivators did not manage to reach this far

he no longer was a warrior

entered a new level and a

the Pulse Control Realm before the competition, Cindy was still satisfied with his

all, he was poisoned, imprisoned, and abandoned at

Warp Zone, I have twenty-four hours,”

grabbed his

***

side of Lawrence Manor, Ashton sat under the

on his face, but his eyes

not practice that night, but he sat there, recalling what happened to him during

defeated him and each

like a sharp blade, leaving a deep