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

they heard that the Grape Myrtle Sect was gathering, they

one had expected that they would encounter such

Mont… We didn’t say

his palm, like a knife, pierced through

and blood gushed out of

arm out

creaking sound coming from the

the stagnant warship started

forth

cultivators felt their scalps

pressure and braced himself to say, “Senior Brother

could finish his words, the

and saw a sword

panting

understood what had

turned around with difficulty and saw the cold eyes of his companion

panting, but his

you die…” The cultivator heard

cultivator wanted to laugh, but when

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

a swoosh, a black shadow

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

the opportunity just now, everyone finally saw what was flying

was a strange

wings, which were more than ten feet

whole body was black, like iron

were even

glance, they gave people a pain as if their

big bird wore a golden mask on its

mask looked like an owl, with a

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

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

deep look at the promoted Pulse Control

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

could not

around and looked

Brother Doney, why didn’t you… Kill that big bird when it fell just

Journey narrowed his eyes.

”Are you blaming me?”

felt his scalp

Realm came with a

knelt