The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

With a bang, the group of cultivators was so scared that they wanted to jump up on the spot when Howard crashed to the ground.

They had ever heard of a rank-skipping challenge before, but no one had ever seen a Holy Land Realm push Heavenly Spirit Realm to the ground and rub him against the ground.

When did Heavenly Spirit Realm become so worthless?

These watching cultivators were still so shocked.

Howard, who was sent flying by Caspian head-on, deeply felt how horrible the power burst out of Caspian at that moment was.

A magic broke his magical power and threw him out like a dead dog.

Where did this guy come from?

“We’re going to die.” Howard bit his lips, tears welling up in his eyes.

If the time could return to a few days ago, even if he was beaten to death, he would not take the initiative to bring this group of junior brothers and sisters to the Evil Mountain Forest for expedience.

Who would have thought that before they could even step into the Evil Mountain Range, the group of people on their side would be stopped by the other side alone?

All of a sudden, the group of Sect cultivators felt their hearts go cold, and their bodies and minds trembled.

They looked at Caspian in terror.

When Caspian came to them, almost everyone shrank into a ball and did not dare to breathe.

“Which sect are you from?” Caspian asked coldly.

At this moment, Caspian was standing in front of this group of cultivators.

Even though he was only one person and his realm was not the highest, his momentum suppressed everyone present.

All cultivators present felt as if a mountain was pressing on their chests, making them breathless, and the blood in their limbs seemed to have solidified.

“We, we are from the Limit Gate.

Now you are treating us like this, our teacher…” A disciple trembled and pointed at Caspian, speaking loudly, as if to boost his courage.

Caspian swept his eyes over the disciple.

With just a glance, the disciple could not move, as if he had been targeted by an ancient fierce beast.

His face was as pale as paper.

“My uncle is…”

Swoosh!

arm,

he died, there was still a look

identity, but you still dare to

stream of blood spurted out of the disciple’s

times, he fell

a strong smell of

thoughts and accused

wanted to suppress me

a murderous look

lesson, no one at the scene dared to

kept quiet and even breathed

that tears welled up in their eyes, but they tried their

afraid that tears would fall

all the alcohol on the wine turned into cold sweat and came out of their

falling to the ground covered with blood, everyone finally

be able to defeat a Heavenly Spirit Realm with a single strike and still dare

fact, that was indeed

was the disciple of Heaven’s Edge

heard of

it was just a sect in

a Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivator in charge, it was the difference between a small boat and a giant ship, which

Looking at this group

your elders teach you not to disturb others’ cultivation

soon as these words came out, the

was enough to cause them

that the other party was

Heavenly Spirit Realm

steps forward weakly and said weakly, “We didn’t think too

Please forgive us.

we are willing to compensate

felt as if a knife was cutting through

would get rid of his identity as an

when he went out for the first time after his promotion, he was taught

to beg for mercy in a low

spit out another mouthful of blood on the

squinted at

name me a

exchange your lives for

and the group of cultivators were

who made the

price, it meant

bring himself to