The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell
Chapter 1752
The purple-robed man’s plan was very simple.
He first threw Vic into the Space Crack.
After all, this sugar daddy had only paid the deposit, and the remaining spirit stones had not been delivered yet.
If Vic died now, the Ghost Kill Pavilion would lose not only two masters of Heavenly Spirit Realm, but also a lot of spirit stones.
In addition, this place was seventy to eighty miles away from the town.
Even if the other side was also a Heavenly Spirit Realm, the man in purple’s realm was not weak.
This distance was enough for him to throw Vic into the Space Crack and then get into it.
As long as he entered the space crack, he would be safe.
The purple-robed man was ashamed and angry.
However, he also knew that the most urgent thing was to leave this place first.
As for the rest, they could talk about it when they were out of danger.
However, Vic, who was thrown into the space crack, bounced back with a clang as if he had hit the big bell heavily.
His head was covered with blood.
“What’s going on?” The purple-robed man was shocked.
Although the Space Crack did not look big, it was not judged by its size.
This crack was more than enough for people to get in.
But just a moment ago, the man in purple saw clearly that when Vic flew over, he seemed to have hit an invisible Qi wall.
He didn’t expect such an accident to happen.
His heart skipped a beat.
Having been delayed for such a long time, he had no time to care about Vic’s life.
He displayed his body movement and ran toward the Space Crack.
His movements were as fast as lightning.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the purple-robed man felt as if he had bumped into an iron-armored giant beast running wildly.
For a moment, his head was dizzy, as if it had been split into dozens of pieces.
His whole body was in great pain, hundreds or even thousands of times more painful than being torn apart, and he almost fainted on the spot.
What’s going on?
This idea came to his mind, but he was soon drowned in intense pain.
Caspian displayed the Great Leisure Court and arrived in front of them.
Word cut
Chi la!
he died, he
violet-robed man,
if a layer
clang, Death Word struck the man’s chest with a dazzling spark, but it failed
Caspian narrowed his
a Heavenly Spirit Realm
temporarily dizzy, but, spiritual Qi and vigor
a flash, he regained
came to his senses and was also
so direct that he would directly
the man in purple was about
was interrupted by Caspian as soon as he shouted
it amazing to have
soon as Caspian finished speaking, another sword
Clang!
of fire had been ignited on the
protect him from harm, it still made him fall hard on the ground,
sword and
Bang!
ground collapsed with a
a large part of
of protection
this, Caspian
a speculation in
only be made by a cultivator
current strength was enough to kill a third stage of Heavenly Spirit Realm expert, he
was like
protection talisman was made by an Amethyst Palace Realm, he would have been so scared
more proper for him to run away before his identity was
a stronger killing
Pavilion has made trouble for me again and
protection talisman that can only be beaten
kill this man in
of Heavenly Spirit Realm, but he had a protection talisman refined by Amethyst Palace Realm, which showed that his identity was
Kill Pavilion…” The purple-robed man still wanted to reveal his
the Ghost Kill Pavilion!” Caspian
“Flame Severing!”
and
were flying, and flames
Death Word
“Taiyi Fire Saber!”
out like a torrent and hit the light of the purple-robed man’s
of
Punishment!” Caspian threw the Death
condensed in
Celestial Punishment rotated
World Soul-Extermination
“Green Willow Huating!”
About The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell - Chapter 1752
The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell is the best current series of the author Liu Ya. With the below Chapter 1752 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 1752 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com