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

Grape Myrtle Sect was gathering, they

such a situation where they were

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

his palm, like a knife,

and blood gushed out of his

arm

was a creaking sound coming from

warship started to

looked back and forth at the remaining two

cultivators felt their

braced himself to

he could finish his words,

saw a sword

panting heavily

cultivator soon understood what had

around with difficulty and saw the cold eyes of

was also panting, but his

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

but when he

utter these words, but he was

black shadow fell from

then

of the opportunity just now, everyone finally saw what

a strange big

spread its wings, which were more than ten

body was black, like

claws were even

people a pain as if their

strangest thing was that the big bird

an owl, with a curved mouth and

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

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

the promoted Pulse

survive would make people do

could not

around and looked at

dry throat, “Senior Brother Doney, why didn’t you… Kill that big bird when it fell

Journey narrowed his eyes.

”Are you blaming me?”

by Journey, Cidas felt his scalp go

of Heavenly Spirit Realm came with

suddenly knelt down