The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Cidas’ breathing became heavier and heavier, and his nostrils were opening and closing at a visible rate.

His pupils were bloodshot.

The three Pulse Control Realm cultivators standing behind him were also extremely nervous at this time.

The sweat on their bodies almost soaked their whole bodies, even the deck under their feet was covered with sweat.

Cidas’ attitude would decide their lives.

As for resistance, they didn’t even think about it.

They were Pulse Control Realm cultivators, and on this warship, there were several Holy Land Realm cultivators, even a Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivator.

The three of them had no doubt that if they resisted at this time, it meant that they could help the other party save time to choose.

As for abandoning the ship and running away, it was even more ridiculous.

Where could they escape to?

Waiting for the other party’s decision meant that there was still a third chance of survival.

Although this possibility was not up to him.

If he resisted or fled, it would be equivalent to cutting off his own life and giving up the hope of survival to others.

In this case, the person who survived in the end would not thank him, but would also scold him for being too stupid.

Therefore, no one would do such a stupid thing.

Although they were terrified, the three cultivators were still waiting for the judgment of fate.

Silent looked at Cidas impatiently.

In fact, he felt that he had given Cidas enough time to think about it.

Just as Silent was about to speak, Cidas’ tight shoulders suddenly relaxed.

He raised his head and looked at Silent indifferently.

“If we can’t reach the palace this time, it’s your men’s turn next…”

“You don’t need to teach me this,” Silent glanced in the direction of Caspian and then said to Cidas, “Do you want me to help you or do it yourself?”

Cidas did not speak.

He turned around and looked at the three Pulse Control Realm cultivators who followed him.

The three cultivators were shaking violently.

was to obtain the qualifications to

when they heard that the Grape Myrtle Sect was gathering, they thought that they had a

such a situation where

Mont… We didn’t say that before…”

and his palm, like a knife, pierced through his

blood gushed out of

arm out of the

creaking sound coming from the lake

the stagnant warship started

back and forth

felt their scalps go

pressure and braced himself to say, “Senior Brother Mont, the

finish his words, the

and saw a

was panting heavily behind

cultivator soon understood what

around with difficulty and saw the cold

but his

safe if you die…” The cultivator heard

when he opened his mouth, blood

so… I’m so stupid…” He struggled to utter these words, but he was immediately lifted by the long sword and flew

a black shadow

grabbed the cultivator’s body, then flew back into the air and soon disappeared

of the opportunity just now, everyone finally saw what was

was a

giant bird spread its wings, which were

whole body was black, like iron

were

gave people a pain as if their skin

thing was that the big bird wore a golden mask

like an owl, with a curved mouth and straight

bird fell just now, it glanced at the crowd with a

treated as food by the big bird. Some felt scared, some felt funny, and

a deep look at the promoted Pulse

to survive would make people do anything, which would not

cultivator could not avoid the secular

around and

said with a dry throat, “Senior Brother Doney, why didn’t you… Kill that big bird when it fell just

Journey narrowed his eyes.

”Are you blaming me?”

his scalp go numb and

Heavenly Spirit Realm came with

knelt