The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“What, what are you looking at!”

Finally, Jagoan’s gaze caused Yvonne’s heart to beat wildly. She couldn’t help but glare fiercely at Jagoan.

Jagoan smiled, held an elixir with a spiritual Qi, and sent it to Yvonne. “I think your breath was a little messy just now… That guy must have secretly attacked you and hurt you. Don’t force yourself when you’re injured. Eat this elixir.”

“You’re the one who got hurt…” Yvonne retorted immediately.

But before she could finish her words, she understood what Jagoan meant.

Jagoan knew that she was not injured. He just saw the little unhappiness in her heart. So now he was using this method to coax her.

Suddenly, Yvonne felt some softness in her heart as if she had been hit. However, she was not willing to admit that she was moved. She stared at Jagoan and snorted. She opened her mouth and wrapped her tongue around the elixir, swallowing it.

Yes, it’s sweet!

In the past, the first round of Immortals’ Assembly lasted for more than 10 days, or even more than 20 days. However, in this year’s competition, the number of participants could be said to be the largest.

The disciples who participated in the competition had the strongest realm in history, and it had the most of the imperial family and sect cultivators who came to watch the competition in history. But the first round was the shortest in history.

The extent of the battle was also incredible. However, as long as Crape Myrtle Sect disciples met each other, this battle would end directly. This kind of battle alone could save them a lot of time.

No one knew how the leaders, elders, and royal cultivators of many sects in the blue clouds reacted and felt on the Immortal List. But at least many cultivators on the island, except for the disciples of Crape Myrtle Sect, couldn’t help muttering in their hearts. It was obviously an Immortals’ Assembly that could be recorded in history, but now it was completely destroyed by Crape Myrtle Sect.

However, the Crape Myrtle Sect didn’t know that. Not only that, but they were also complacent about the idea of “Admitting defeat and saving spiritual Qi”.

was the

Their angry target was Jagoan. In their opinion, their

also be called

Jagoan. It could be said that if the Crape Myrtle Sect had not been afraid of the Real Immortal Realm of the Heaven’s Edge Sect, they would have killed Jagoan and Jagoan’s companions at

Sect disciples looked at Jagoan with hatred. However, these eyes did not hurt Jagoan. He didn’t even feel

two people left on the Immortal List who had not fought yet. One

or care about this disciple. He was concerned about this disciple’s opponent, Jagoan

intentional or not, Jagoan was placed in the last

cultivators paying attention to Jagoan. After all, Crape Myrtle Sect had opened dozens of

showed his astonishing strength during that period. Half a year before the

amazing achievements, he became

that Jagoan concentrated on his closed-door training to prepare for the Immortals’ Assembly. It was his first battle

training. Those disciples who were not from the Crape Myrtle Sect but were determined to rank higher in the Immortals’ Assembly,

whether it was the strange secret room of the Dubois Family, Jagoan’s change in temperament, or his scattered

Jagoan’s father and the Jagoan I met in the secret realm made me

Now Jagoan…

Jagoan muttered to himself.

of the island, and felt that the other party

glance was enough to make people shiver, their scalps numb, and

his vision seemed to have traveled through time and space and entered that terrifying

despair. But there seemed to be an earth-shattering anger in the

was Jagoan’s true intention. Extreme

different from that Jagoan