The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 1938

At first, some people were whispering and guessing the identity of this group of people. But the cultivator looked around. It seemed that the autumn wind blew over the place.

The group of cultivators in the surroundings all trembled inwardly, their faces pale. They lowered their heads, their voices as quiet as cicadas in winter. Some of them even began to tremble. If it weren’t for someone supporting them, they would have fallen to the ground.

When the surroundings completely quieted down, the cultivator snorted softly and showed a satisfied look.

Then he raised his head slightly, nostrils forward, and looked at Jagoan. “Are you the new Protector of the White family?”

Jagoan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, raised his eyelids and sized him up. Then, he jumped up and swung his sword toward the other party.

“Get lost! you are you qualified to speak here?”

The cultivator was scolded by Jagoan face to face, and his face suddenly became cold and was about to break out. But the next moment, he felt the sharp sword Qi sweeping toward him like the Milky Way falling from the Ninth Heaven. His face turned pale and green, and his body trembled.

He hurriedly made a series of magic seals with both hands and turned them into light shields in front of him, shouting, “Let’s talk!”

Crack!

The light shields that he had struck out earlier exploded like thunder. The void instantly caved in as if it would collapse at any moment.

Fortunately, Jagoan had thrown out the Sky-flipping Seal a step earlier and sealed the area. The Critical Hit of the magical power would not spread around. Otherwise, the low-level cultivators would have been killed.

The cultivator’s face became paler and paler when hundreds of light shields had been blown into pieces. The cultivators following him were even more breathless and their minds were blank. Their eyes were full of disbelief and despair.

“It’s just a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!”

In the midst of the explosions, the cultivator was no longer as serious and calm as before. He was so flustered that he was like a hyena whose head had been splashed by boiling water. He was in a panic and jumped around everywhere.

“Misunderstanding?” Jagoan sneered and then shouted, “Do you think I’m stupid? Die!”

Swoosh!

dead echoed out

sad, and desperate feeling, seeped out from the depths of the void. These cultivators suddenly felt that all their clothes were stripped off and stuffed into the

scene suddenly quieted

and said to the White family clansmen in the distance, “Put Jagoan

Que White also came

he suddenly put

came over, Que White found something

the same as before. The surrounding cultivators had also regained their senses and looked curiously at the cultivators of the Grant

Grant family seemed to have become statues at

this is…” Que White hesitated for a

worry about the dead…” Jagoan

falling from the flagpole, suddenly raised his head and looked at his

movements were swift and powerful, giving off a feeling of

red lines crisscrossed and appeared on the Grant family members. The expressions of everyone present

next moment, a large amount of blood gushed out from the red lines, as if it was dyed in thick ink and

Hiss!

sudden, the

were killed by Jagoan after saying just

Their auras were even stronger. It was obvious that they had practiced the Inherited Cultivation Method. But they were still killed by

have to have an attitude. Do you really think that I don’t

had been put down on the flagpole at this moment, and said, “Que White, let’s change the time. Now you can kill this guy. I will bring back 300 heads of

another

with Jagoan’s current strength, he

could they not

Spirit Realms had been killed in an instant

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