The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell
Chapter 1561
The white light as thick as a door plank tore through the sky and instantly hit the old man.
The purple-robed elder snorted and threw out a bell.
The Secret Ear Bell rapidly expanded as dense runes suffused its surface.
These runes were full of mystery, giving people the feeling that they were indestructible and could pick up stars and hold the moon.
Lightning hit it and could no longer move forward.
After twisting a few times, it disappeared.
The purple-robed old man sneered and looked at Caspian. “If there is a next time, even if you are master of Heaven’s Edge Sect, Lord Ahearn’s Manor will not spare you.”
Caspian was not angry, but laughed.
“Just by you? The God of Thunder!”
“Don’t you understand? It’s useless…”
As soon as the old man finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.
Because the lightning that Caspian spat out this time was unprecedentedly fierce.
The last time was a beam of lightning.
This time, it was like a waterfall of lightning, pouring down.
During the attack, the earth, water, fire, and wind were boiling and exploding.
All the immortals died, and the Way of Heaven was shattered.
The flood-like thunder kept hitting the surface of the bell.
The bell suddenly trembled violently.
At first, runes on it were still resisting, but in the blink of an eye, runes began to show signs of collapse.
At this moment, the old man felt that his breathing was stagnant, and all the blood in his body stopped flowing.
“Break it!” Caspian shouted.
Thunder-shocking suddenly rose by another level.
The lightning even stirred up a hurricane around them, crying and howling, shocking everything.
Bam!
lightning was like a
the bell and twisted it
light shot out
stepped forward and went straight to the old
Caspian stepping toward him, he said, “I’m
“Get lost!”
hand and slapped the other
opponent’s body
party fell into the
did not dare to come forward when they saw this
to follow in
around and found that there were at least four or five cultivators
this, Caspian frowned even
what, Flame Gordon was a king with a different
he seemed to want to catch Flame
Lord Ahearn get the courage to
those cultivators only dared to watch from a
was, and none of them
nothing to stop
for those military formations, they were naturally not worth mentioning
a sweep of the Taiyi Fire Saber, a blank area appeared in
at
in front of the Prince’s Mansion, Caspian saw the livid-faced Flame
addition, Xander Faris, Omar Pine, Maisie Pine, and the others were also among
Caspian, Flame Gordon always gave people a sense of strategy, gentleness, and elegance, and seldom showed his emotions on
it was obvious that
performance just now, so when Caspian landed, they all came up
“Caspian!”
“Caspian, you’re back!”
“That’s great!”
Everyone greeted Caspian.
already very familiar with Caspian, and they were not only friends, but also good brothers who had gone through thick and thin together, the appearance of Caspian
difference between Heavenly Spirit Realm and non-Heavenly
a cultivator reached Heavenly Spirit Realm, his whole body would be washed and watered by
when ordinary cultivators faced him again, they would feel awe and fear from their hearts, just like how the common people faced the general, the
difficult
Flame Gordon, everyone else looked a little unnatural after greeting Caspian. However, Caspian couldn’t care
most urgent thing now was to figure out and solve the trouble in front of him first, and then sit down and
the crowd, after greeting them, he looked
Caspian and his strong performance just now,
Gordon said through gritted teeth, “It’s
too close to Heaven’s Edge Sect, so I was
About The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell - Chapter 1561
The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell is the best current series of the author Liu Ya. With the below Chapter 1561 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 1561 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com