The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“I’ll let you know now who is being hanged and beaten!” The male disciple roared and rushed toward Caspian with all his strength.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of Caspian, this fellow’s actions were as slow as a snail.

Moreover, even though he was furious and his eyes were wide open, spiritual Qi he inhaled and exhaled was very thin.

It was as if only a drop of rain had fallen after the thunder in summer.

Caspian was not even in the mood to teach this guy a lesson.

Vaguely, he could feel the feeling that the person behind the Gates of Hell had said before.

“I can’t bring myself to be interested in an ant roaring at you.”

Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer and he even seemed to be about to draw his sword, Caspian simply threw the palm out again.

The palm itself came from the human-shaped puppet on the island.

A few days ago, Caspian studied and tested several of formations.

Although he had not figured out formations on the main body of the human-shaped puppet at that time, it was more than enough to study and use a palm skillfully.

After he threw the palm out, it shot toward the male disciple like a bolt of lightning.

Seeing this scene, the male disciple was shocked.

In his eyes, the puppet’s palm, which could break the teeth of the Fierce Wind Silver Wolf with one slap, was a peerless killing weapon and also the biggest reliance for his enemy.

In this case, he naturally couldn’t confront the palm head-on.

So he suddenly displayed his body movement and turned around from the side of the palm.

In this way, Caspian was right in front of him.

Seeing that Caspian was still defenseless, the male disciple grinned and said, “Wait for me to hang…”

Before he could finish his words, the male disciple suddenly felt a pain in his ankle. Shocked, he hurriedly turned his head.

Suddenly, he saw that the palm that he had just dodged grabbed his ankle.

In shock and anger, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his ankle.

This pain went straight into his bones, almost making him cry out on the spot.

his body

male disciple hoped to rely on the Body-protection Gang to shake off the

condensed a thin layer,

a bang, a muffled sound came

watch as his Body-protection Gang was instantly extinguished

white, and he felt

disciple suddenly came to his

even break the teeth of a Fierce

cake for it to destroy my Body-protection Gang

of this, the male disciple was almost scared

about to struggle, he felt

up

in horror and saw the face of

male disciple high like a stick, and then slammed him into the sand ground with a

sand splashed

cultivator, it was a piece of cake to

times in a row was a

cultivator’s hand, causing him

shadow was dragged out of the

next refining

tell which direction he was from, the conversation between Caspian and Butterfly

time has solved the doubts that have troubled me for a

“You’re welcome.

of your

will the next lesson

to two months… I welcome you here… How about this? Tell me the number of your courtyard, and I will inform

into the male

was so angry that he almost

Zoila even took the initiative to

lectures of hers, but I haven’t received

what made him even angrier was still

and said, “Can

product,”

the dark cultivator with

go against the world,

Butterfly Zoila seemed a little

about this? When I teach again in the future, you can come at any time