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.

entering Three Sages Mountain was to obtain the qualifications to

the Grape Myrtle Sect was gathering, they thought that

one had expected that they would encounter such a

Senior Brother Mont… We didn’t say that before…” A cultivator

like

and blood

his arm out of the

creaking sound coming from the lake

stagnant warship started to move

looked back and forth

two cultivators felt their scalps

Realm cultivators finally couldn’t bear the pressure and braced himself to say, “Senior Brother Mont, the warship has begun to

could finish his words, the cultivator

a sword tip coming out of

was panting heavily behind

cultivator soon understood what

around with difficulty and saw the

panting, but his expression was harsher

only be safe if you die…” The

cultivator wanted to laugh, but when he opened his mouth, blood

so… I’m so stupid…” He struggled to utter these words, but he was immediately

a black shadow fell

pair of black iron-like claws grabbed the cultivator’s body, then flew back into the

finally saw what was flying down

was a strange

which were more

was black,

were even

pain as if their skin

bird wore a golden mask on

mask looked like an owl, with a curved mouth and

just now, it glanced at the

feeling that they were being treated as food by the

took a deep look at the promoted Pulse Control

desire to survive would make people

cultivator could not

and looked at

throat, “Senior Brother Doney, why didn’t you… Kill that

Journey narrowed his eyes.

”Are you blaming me?”

at by Journey, Cidas felt his

Heavenly Spirit Realm came with

suddenly knelt