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 on the Spirit Severing

the Grape Myrtle Sect was gathering,

they would encounter such a situation

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

his hand, and his palm, like a knife,

cultivator was stunned and blood gushed out

arm

was a creaking sound coming

the stagnant warship started to move

back and forth at

cultivators felt their scalps go

of the Pulse Control Realm cultivators finally couldn’t bear the pressure and braced himself to say, “Senior

finish his

his head and saw a sword

was panting

soon understood what

turned around with difficulty and saw the

panting, but his expression was harsher

only be safe if you die…” The cultivator heard

to laugh, but when he opened his mouth,

he was immediately lifted by the long sword and

a black shadow fell from the

of black iron-like claws grabbed the cultivator’s body, then flew back into the air and soon disappeared into the

the opportunity just now, everyone finally saw what was flying down from

a

bird spread its wings, which were

whole body was black,

were

a pain as if

that the big bird

an owl, with a curved mouth

bird fell just now, it glanced

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

a deep look at the promoted Pulse Control Realm and

the desire to survive would make people do anything, which would

a cultivator could not

around and

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

Journey narrowed his eyes.

”Are you blaming me?”

Journey, Cidas felt his scalp go numb and

pressure of Heavenly Spirit Realm came with

suddenly knelt