The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“Let’s go!” Uncle Quinn roared as he grabbed Mandra and rapidly leaped to one side.

The raging Astral Wind crashed down like a mountain.

Bang!

Under Mandra’s stunned expression, the spirit boat exploded into powder in an instant.

The sea with a radius of dozens of miles suddenly caved in.

The next moment, it exploded like boiling oil, causing huge waves.

The horrible airflow, like thousands of arrows, hit Mandra’s Protective Upstanding Qi, causing dazzling dense sparks.

The crisp sounds of clanging rang out in his heart, making his heart almost stop beating in shock.

“Is he still my seventh brother?” Mandra was stunned.

If the other party had the strength to do so, then he would have been slapped to death by the other party long ago when he was arguing with the other party.

“Uncle Quinn, w-what, what’s going on?” Mandra asked, almost crying.

Uncle Quinn grabbed Mandra’s collar and flew rapidly across the sea.

The coldness and seriousness made Mandra’s face paler and paler at this moment.

“Young Master Mandra, don’t you understand?” Uncle Quinn’s tone was urgent.

“He’s not your brother.

We’ve been deceived!”

“Huh? Ah!” Mandra was stunned.

At that moment, the wind was blowing all around.

Before today, Mandra had never felt that the sea breeze would be so piercing and cold.

“Uncle Quinn… Do you mean… Do you mean this person is not Mac?”

“Absolutely not!” Uncle Quinn’s words made Mandra’s heart sink into an ice cellar.

“This person’s realm is not as good as mine, but his realm is far above mine.

It seems that he should be a cultivator at the third level of Heavenly Spirit Realm, but he has hidden his realm!”

“The third stage of Heavenly Spirit Realm!” Mandra cried out in surprise.

His chin almost hit his feet, and he stammered, “Then, then… Isn’t that about the same as my father?”

Uncle Quinn snorted lightly.

he was flying with all

his opinion, this cultivator who pretended to be Mac was stronger than Sage of the Distinct Sea. The kick just now seemed to

lingering fear. He recited the incantation silently and calmed himself

not help

strength

pursue us after shattering

came to Uncle Quinn’s mind, Mandra, who was

Buzz! Boom!

rolling like thousands of

fiercely,

and he nearly

caught up with Uncle Quinn

terms of flying physical strength, Caspian

for Uncle Quinn, he was only at the second

the second level of Heavenly Spirit Realm in this sort of individual cultivators was

strong an ant was, it

is here!” Mandra’s

the familiar face, but the feeling the face gave Mandra at

had a feeling that his internal organs, body, and soul were all held in the other

to pinch them lightly and they would be

Quinn heard Mandra’s voice

could clearly sense the terrifying pressure Caspian

seemed to

even his soul would be completely

intense fear in Uncle Quinn’s heart transformed

Quinn was originally an evil cultivator who dominated

the least

hand

a ball of blood light burst out from

Oceanic

the 28 beads formed a circle and

bead was only the size of a fingernail, it gave people

every bead shot

fierce shadows roared and charged toward Caspian.

but also fierce. Any one of them seemed to have killed countless living creatures, surrounded by vengeful souls and

he took a step forward, the sea shook, exploded,

seawater also turned blood

around them turned into a strong smell

and the roar of thousands

went up to the sky and pressed against the

it was

Mandra

in the dazzling blood

almost