The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

In the stands around the arena, the disciples of the six sects were silent.

No one thought that a seemingly anticlimactic battle would turn out to be such a situation with just one move.

Hann, who had an almost spirit tool and was named a Blue Feather Sect’s genius, was suppressed by a Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciple! Not only that, but Solana’s fearlessness of life and death just now, where she forcibly blasted the longsword from Hann’s hand with her flesh and blood, also deeply shocked everyone.

Cultivators strived for valiance, courage, and diligence.

Solana’s performance just now fitted it perfectly.

In the face of a strong enemy, Solana did not retreat one step, and with a sense of injustice, she suppressed the opponent with all her might.

At that moment, the air inside and outside the arena seemed to be stagnant.

“Is… Is this the way the disciples of Heavenly Stars Sect fight?”

“Don’t… Don’t they all rely on formations to deal with their opponents, and then use the inscriptions to close the gap…”

“It… It seems different…”

The disciples of the six major sects in the stands could not help mutter to themselves.

Even the other eight disciples of the Blue Feather Sect were stunned.

The Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples showed a completely different style than before.

Caspian smiled and said to Jessica next to him, “Look… Just like what I said, Solana will never lose to Hann when it comes to willpower.

Hann’s a typical kind of flower that grows up in care, thinking that the identity of his main branch, the cultivation of the Blue Feather Sect, and the blessing of an almost spirit tool can guarantee his victory.

However, he forgot one of the most basic things, many things in this world are unfair.

His unfairness toward Solana is very common, and it can’t give people an unexpected blow.

For Solana, she can’t compete with others regarding her father, family, sect, wealth, and magic weapon… Therefore, the only thing she can do is to compete with all her life…”

Caspian suddenly laughed loudly.

“Indeed, we’re alike on this.

give it

he’ll surely lose this

such

they believed even if Hann lost his almost spirit tool, and even though Solana had the upper hand at the moment, they still felt that

simple, Solana was a Heavenly

disciples had the weakest combat power against the same rank, which was a

needed to hold on, and he could

and the annoyed look on his face quickly

he removed his left hand, and five visible bloody holes appeared

Hann’s wrist, but it caused

was no longer able to store energy, and

use my right hand, for the time

your other arm and

far from being

pride of the main branch, a side branch blowing down his hair would already

like a real sword light that made anyone’s scalp tingle at a glance, as if a knife pressed against their

to me a few days

an unprecedented determination in her

that no matter what he says, it can’t change the fact of your miserable failure! Twelve Slaps

his true strength, and

all, only by making her lose miserably would he be able to wash away his shame! In the blink of an eye, Hann shot out dozens of

palm drove the surrounding airflow, and everyone saw the

there would be a distorted face in the center of each depression, either roaring in anger, crying in pain, or crying in grief, which seemed to

their heart pounding as

“It’s a spell!”

audience once again went into an

using martial arts but a

Sect watching the game in the

able to explode with such tremendous power even when his right hand was severely

remained calm as she faced the

Thirty meters!

Twenty-five meters!

Twenty meters!

Fifteen meters!

And… Ten meters!