The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The terrifying might of a heavenly tribulation caused countless cultivators to turn pale from shock.

Some even crawled to the ground, shivering. Everyone was even more amazed.

“Is this the power of the Heavenly Spirit Realm?”

“How is that possible?”

“I’m afraid that even a third stage of Heavenly Spirit Realm peak can’t beat him!”

“Half-step Violet Manor! This power is definitely half-step Violet Manor!”

“Jagoan must be a peerless genius cultivated by Crape Myrtle Sect, but who is the other person?”

“Jagoan is only at the second level of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, but that man is on par with him. Which sect is he from?”

The more they discussed, the more shocked they became.

For a moment, many people felt their blood stop flowing, and their hearts went cold. Even some of the cultivators’ Dao hearts were affected because of this. They had felt that they could cultivate to the Heavenly Spirit Realm and crosse the gap, and they were complacent. But now, it turned out that there were more excellent people, and they were both the Heavenly Spirit Realm. Even if the other side’s realm was lower than his, the other party could have such strength.

Wasn’t it a joke for him to be proud of the past?

This kind of feeling was similar to that of those in the mundane world who said, “Those who are better than me work harder than me, then what’s the point of working hard?”

It was easy to make people lose the will to advance. And once these cultivators had such thoughts, their Taoist Heart would waver. After that, it would be easy for him to doubt himself. It would be good if he could keep his realm steady.

At the same time, Jagoan could also feel that numerous divine thoughts and countless eyes were gathered here. He was even gladder that he had used his All Life Ghost Mask to cover up his real appearance.

The only thing he was worried about was whether Jagoan would recognize him if he tried his best.

more, if Jagoan was smashed again like last time, would he, Jagoan, be suppressed by

was opened by Crape Myrtle Sect. It was not impossible for a mighty figure to descend and suppress

all kinds of possibilities and methods

raging river, almost breaking through the sky, making it hard for people to breathe. Countless rays of light, flickering with lightning, flames, flood, and earthquake, crushed together. It was as if a world was about to be

looked like a small boat in a hurricane. It could be smashed into pieces at any time by the huge waves, leaving no bones. The various

there was only one

also laughed

I restrain myself because this

lose because I’m afraid of the Crape Myrtle Sect, it’s against my conscience. What’s more, losing to Jagoan will become my inner demon and even affect my mood when I face him again

I lost, the Crape Myrtle Sect

Sect coming to suppress me, I

I don’t have the strongest trump card since

Jagoan immediately understood and

His eyes sparkled.

the sweeping wind, water, and fire seized

“Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon!”

instant, the void caved in. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The furious dragon roared, releasing a reverse the

Crack!

Boom!

a huge wave, rushing toward the sky. The whole space was torn apart and jumped violently. The streams of flying light were beaten

distance, Jagoan immediately felt the

at this moment, he seemed to let go of the burden in his heart and wanted to fight

dare you challenge me face to face?!”

blood in his eyes suddenly opened, and a savage, violent, and bloody aura emanated

from behind him, transforming into layers of ancient battlefields. The fighting, shouting, and roaring shook the sky. Waves of

“Infinite Calamity!”

a fierce attack on Jagoan. The light behind him became more and more scarlet and dazzling. At this moment, he seemed to lead thousands of troops and horses.