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

It was not impossible for a mighty figure

all kinds of possibilities and methods

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

hurricane. It could be smashed into pieces at any time by the huge waves, leaving no bones. The various countermeasures, ideas, strategies, and plans in his mind were

there was only one

Jagoan also laughed at

little overcautious. How can I restrain myself because this is the territory

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

lost,

if there are masters from the Crape Myrtle Sect coming to suppress

have the strongest trump card

it through, Jagoan immediately understood

His eyes sparkled.

water,

“Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon!”

roared, releasing

Crack!

Boom!

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

distance, Jagoan immediately felt the change from

if he was afraid of something. But at this moment, he seemed to let go of the burden in his heart and wanted to fight

challenge me face to

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

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

“Infinite Calamity!”

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. His iron-blooded divine light exuded an arrogant and domineering aura. Layers upon layers of the battlefield smashed toward