The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 1220

His head felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer.

His vision was blurred, as if snowflakes were flying everywhere.

His mouth and nose were full of bloody sweetness.

The middle-aged man was lying on the ground at this moment.

He was not in the mood to care about his injury at all.

Because his heart was full of horror and fear at this time.

‘Is he at the third stage of Holy Land Realm like me? This is clearly a human-shaped fierce beast!’

‘Why am I so stupid to provoke such a guy?’

At this time, the middle-aged man was so regretful.

No matter how regretful he was, he couldn’t change the fact that Caspian was chasing after his clansmen.

In fact, the real situation was that Caspian crushed them one-sidedly.

After catching up with the remaining cultivators who fled like crazy, he cut them one by one.

After stamping his head, Caspian walked back to the middle-aged cultivator step by step.

The middle-aged cultivator’s face was full of pain and annoyance.

He had thought that he was at the same realm as his opponent.

Even if he could not defeat the other party, he could still fight him.

In addition, he had an advantage in numbers.

As long as he could hold his opponent back, it would not be a problem for him to take advantage of this advantage and interrogate the other party.

But in the end…

They were all the other party’s younger brothers in front of him.

In the same realm, the advantage of numbers did not exist at all.

Caspian didn’t care about the middle-aged man’s tricks.

the middle-aged man and asked indifferently,

Hiss!

man gasped and his

party wanted to

could

would be in vain in front of Caspian. In other words, he had provoked an enemy that his family could not afford to offend because

his door,

couldn’t afford to take

bitter face, “You have already killed

let this matter go,

the strength of Caspian couldn’t

raised his hand to cut off one

to thank

not dare to scream, for fear of angering Caspian. He could

eyes of Caspian, the meaning had

raised his knife and was about to fall

was scared to

had no time to care about

snot gushed out of

me! I can give you whatever you want! I’ll

an inch

blade that was close at hand, the middle-aged man’s face turned pale and

withdrew his blade

me what you

words, how much do you

aged man’s mouth suddenly became

the price, but

could the middle-aged man know what the

matter what price he

was important was what price the

“I can

Cultivation Method? Inherited magic? You’re lying to me?”

and magics

cultivator stage, everyone had mastered several cultivation methods and

different to add the word inheritance in

was created by a certain sect or family,

only was it strong, but it also had to experience the test

the long river of history, there were countless cultivation methods and magics, including magical powers,

powerful, but they had some disadvantages, so they could

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