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 Crape

opened by Crape Myrtle Sect. It was not impossible for a mighty figure

an instant, all kinds of possibilities and methods appeared

rays of light, flickering with lightning, flames, flood,

a small boat in a hurricane. It could be smashed into pieces at any time

was only one

also laughed at himself

overcautious. How can I restrain myself because this is the territory of Crape Myrtle

I lose because I’m afraid of the Crape Myrtle Sect, it’s against my conscience. What’s more, losing to Jagoan will become my

lost, the Crape

Sect coming to suppress me, I will at least defeat

he think I don’t have the

through, Jagoan immediately

His eyes sparkled.

the sweeping wind, water, and fire

“Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon!”

void caved in. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The furious dragon roared, releasing a reverse the Great Tao, destroying the heavens. It was as

Crack!

Boom!

thunder light was like a huge wave, rushing toward the sky. The whole space was torn apart and jumped

Jagoan immediately felt the change

he was afraid of something. But at this moment, he

you challenge me face to face?!”

line of blood in his eyes suddenly opened, and a savage, violent, and bloody

layers of ancient battlefields. The fighting, shouting, and roaring shook the sky. Waves of vigor gushed

“Infinite Calamity!”

more scarlet and dazzling. At this moment, he seemed to lead thousands of troops and horses. His iron-blooded divine light exuded an arrogant and domineering aura. Layers upon layers of the battlefield smashed