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, the disciple’s head

he died, there was still a look of disbelief on his

my identity, but you still dare

stream of blood spurted out of the disciple’s headless

shaking a few times, he fell to the

was a strong smell of blood

interrupted my thoughts and accused me

this moment, they even wanted to suppress me with

murderous

no one at the scene dared to

all kept quiet and

in their eyes, but they

were afraid that tears would

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

the ground, and Howard of falling to the ground covered with blood,

a single strike and still dare to kill a sect disciple, this kind of cultivator must have an

that was

of Heaven’s Edge

even heard of the Limit

was afraid that it was just a sect in

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

Looking at this group of

not to disturb others’ cultivation in

came out, the hearts

other people’s cultivation was enough to cause them to fight to the

party was asking

it was Heavenly Spirit Realm Howard who

and said weakly, “We didn’t think too much

Please forgive us.

to compensate you for your

said these words, Howard felt as if a

Heavenly Spirit Realm, he would get rid of his identity as an ant and

promotion, he was

to beg for

humiliation made him spit out another mouthful of blood on

at Howard and

name me a

can exchange

the group of

it was Caspian who made the conditions, they would

a price, it meant that

himself to