The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The ten-foot-long saber light pierced through Jagoan’s body. The knife light came suddenly without any sound, and no one could detect it.

Seeing this scene, the anger on Hans’ face gradually dissipated.

Andre’s figure slowly emerged from the void dozens of miles behind Jagoan.

He took off a small shining mirror on his chest and snorted. “Just so-so…”

Just now, he had used his treasure to conceal his body and aura while Jagoan and Hans were off guard. Then, he found an opportunity to launch this fatal attack on Jagoan.

The effect was as perfect as expected. Jagoan was caught off guard and was pierced through.

The one who killed him was a magic weapon called the Soul-breaking and Immortal-slaying Saber.

Once a cultivator’s body was pierced through, not only his body but also his spirit would be hurt. Even though some of the cultivators had strong physiques, once their Divine Souls were damaged, they were all like idiots and had no deterrence at all.

In the eyes of Hans and Andre, even if this strike could not kill the other party, the purpose of hurting the other party’s Divine Soul had been achieved. To them, Jagoan was already a dead man.

Andre sneered and reached out to recall the magic weapon Immortal-slaying Blade.

The next moment, he couldn’t help frowning. This magic weapon was powerful and one of his trump cards, so he had refined it with his own blood. But, he could not feel the existence of this magic weapon. It was as if the connection between the two had suddenly been cut off.

“Are you looking for this?” The voice of Jagoan rang at this time.

Andre’s heart skipped a beat. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Jagoan. He saw that Jagoan was unscathed, playing with the long and narrow knife that had returned to its original shape, about a foot long.

The short knife rotated flexibly on Jagoan’s fingertip. And he was unscathed!

is

Jagoan’s aura was no different from before.

that the Soul-annihilation Immortal-slaying Saber had pierced through the other party’s

was

No, it’s impossible…

referring to the fact that

would not tell his opponent that the moment

escape method he currently grasped. His real body entered another layer of the void, leaving only a projection. It was like him in the mirror or the reflection of him in the water. Whether it was Jagoan in the mirror or

a strange fluctuation in the magic weapon. This fluctuation made his spirit feel as if it was being approached by

immediately fled into another void and then appeared. He reached out to grab the

weapon is obviously surnamed

that this magic weapon

it was difficult for him to breathe under Jagoan’s gaze. It was a very dangerous feeling.

him. His figure quickly faded and was about to disappear into the void again.

suddenly broke through the void

heart trembled and

had begun to

waved his arms repeatedly, and in an instant, dozens of defensive magic weapons were released to the extreme. In

he quickly retreated, he did not forget to shout, “Young Master Bierce,

again appeared in the air in front of him. The blood stain was so

with countless souls. Some of them were cultivators and some were demonic beasts. They transformed into distorted ghost faces that roared incessantly. As the long sword was pulled out, the black armor on his body seemed to be burning, revealing a dark red color. A scorching hot aura

surrounding void began to melt like a candle, as if it could not bear the

Hans raised his sword and slashed towards

if cutting the sky, rumbled