The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Morine attacked with his Divine Sense without warning.

A white light appeared all over the cultivator’s body, and then it exploded into pieces.

The cultivator’s face instantly turned pale.

Huh?

A magic weapon protecting the Divine Awareness?

Morine was slightly surprised.

Cold sweat dripped down the forehead of the cultivator carrying the gourd. Abraham did have a magic weapon that could protect his Divine Sense in order to prevent his opponent’s attack. But he had never thought that the other side’s Divine Awareness attack could blow up his magic weapon at once!

If it weren’t for this magic weapon, wouldn’t the other party’s Divine Awareness hit him and turn him into an idiot?

Thinking of this, the cultivator’s heart skipped a beat. Abraham looked at Morine in horror.

Where did the cultivator come from?

How could his Divine Sense be so strong?

It wasn‘t just the cultivator with the gourd on his back. The disciples of the Immortal Sect who had come with him all looked pale and their legs went limp.

They were originally flying straight on their swords in midair, but at this moment, they were all swaying and their spiritual Qis were in a mess. They could no longer stand steadily.

They all held the same thought as they looked towards Morine. This glance almost scared their souls away.

The cultivator opposite them was the Spiritual Master of the Amethyst Palace Realm!

They had not noticed the realm of Morine when they chased after the shape-shifting demon. Besides, the Immortal Sect was the only sect in their country, so there was no need to look at others. Therefore, from the very beginning, after finding out that Morine was not a disciple of the same sect, they did not care about Morine’s realm at all.

his move, they found that they had kicked

The cultivator with the gourd on his back suddenly pulled the

into the sky like fireworks and then exploded. In an instant, a pattern full of tension burst out dazzling light, like

the formation!” The disciple with a gourd on his back hurriedly took

hold on for a while! Senior Brother Puskas will be

activated their spiritual Qi, interweaving with sword radiance in front of them, forming a powerful

finger. The surface of the gourd began to glow with white light, making the formation even

for help had been sent, and the strong reinforcements

they definitely wouldn’t be a match for this Spiritual Master of Amethyst Palace Realm. So they had to protect themselves. They could stall for

disciples asking for help, Morine was unhappy. However, when he saw the sword formation they

sword formation was united and stable, as if it could block the full blow of

his Divine Sense, Morine immediately found that the few cultivators holding the swords, including the Immortal’s Sword in their

shouted and reached out

face of the disciple with the gourd on his back tightened as

forest, a clear roar, accompanied by the sound of wild wind, suddenly swept

Brother Puskas is here!” A disciple in the sword formation

like a war drum beating on the battlefield, shaking people’s vigor, “Who

Morine sneered and stretched out his five fingers to

trajectories in the void. With a ripping sound,

“How dare you!”

was a thunderous

a hundreds-foot long giant blade that slashed toward Morine. The shining white light made the faces of the disciples

do you think you are?” Morine stretched out his hand and sealed the five disciples‘ tendons

them and threw them

same time, he waved his other hand at the huge

rushed toward the

male cultivator named Baloho