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.

Three Sages Mountain was to obtain the qualifications to embark

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

had expected that they would encounter such a situation where

didn’t say that before…” A

his hand, and his palm, like a knife,

cultivator was stunned and blood gushed out of

arm out of

creaking sound coming from

warship started

and forth

cultivators felt their scalps

braced himself to say,

his words, the

and saw a sword tip coming out

was panting heavily

understood what

difficulty and saw the

companion was also panting, but his expression

sorry… I can only be safe if you die…” The cultivator heard the other

cultivator wanted to laugh, but when he opened

He struggled to utter these words, but he was immediately lifted by the long sword and flew

swoosh, a black shadow

the cultivator’s body, then flew back into the air

the opportunity just now, everyone finally saw what

was a

wings, which were more

body was

claws were even

glance, they gave people a pain as

strangest thing was that the big bird wore

mask looked like an owl, with a curved

it glanced at the crowd with

a feeling that they were being treated as food by the big

look at the promoted Pulse Control Realm and did not blame

would make people

not avoid

turned around and looked

why didn’t you… Kill that big bird when it fell

Journey narrowed his eyes.

”Are you blaming me?”

Journey, Cidas felt his scalp go numb and

pressure of Heavenly Spirit Realm came with a loud

suddenly knelt down