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.

Mountain was to obtain

Myrtle Sect was gathering, they thought that

encounter such a

didn’t

his palm, like a knife, pierced through his

stunned and blood gushed out of his

threw his arm out of the

a creaking sound coming from the

stagnant warship started to move

back and forth

two cultivators felt

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

his words,

his head and saw a sword

panting

soon understood what had

around with difficulty and saw the

but

if you die…” The cultivator heard the

when he opened his mouth, blood gushed

so stupid…” He struggled to utter these words, but he was immediately lifted by

a swoosh, a black shadow

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

everyone finally saw what was flying down from

was a strange

giant bird spread its wings, which were more than ten feet

was

were

first glance, they gave people a pain as if their skin had

was that the big bird wore a golden

an owl, with

fell just now, it glanced at the crowd

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

took a deep look at the promoted Pulse Control Realm and did not

make people do anything, which would

a cultivator could not avoid

turned around and looked

Brother Doney, why didn’t you… Kill that

Journey narrowed his eyes.

”Are you blaming me?”

stared at by Journey, Cidas felt his scalp go numb

Spirit Realm

knelt down