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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1007

Silence fell upon the scene.

These Dark Moon Sect disciples had just witnessed a miracle. They were stunned. At this moment, they could even hear their heartbeats. David Peter and Barry Wilson were even so.

When they opened their mouths, they could even see the little tongue in their throats.

“This… How did you do it…” David trembled as if he had gone mad.

Barry Wilson knew a little about alchemy. Therefore, he could feel the changes in elixir more clearly than the people around him. A broken elixir was instantly upgraded to an Upper Grade under the help of Caspian.

This was incredible!

Barry had never seen or heard of such methods before.

“Is, is this true?” Barry Wilson drew closer to elixir and carefully inspected it. At this time, he didn’t even dare to touch it with his fingers. After a while, he finally confirmed that his eyes did not deceive him. Caspian really did it.

Master Eva Green also wanted to take a look at what was going on. As Elder of the Green Paradise Sect, although she had never seen such a method, she had heard of it. This was a long-lost method hundreds of years ago. At this moment, she had also reacted. This method must have been learned from Dragon Gordon‘s prescription.

‘It is truly a technique that has been lost for a long time. That pill formula is a treasure in the hearts of every alchemist,’ Master Eva Green muttered.

At the same time, she admired Caspian. Although he didn’t know how to refine pills, he could still make the other party speechless with other methods. This method was even more convincing than refitting the same elixir as his opponent!

”How is it? Are you satisfied?”

At this moment, Caspian’s voice rang in Barry’s ears. He continued to stare at the elixir without blinking. He was completely absent-minded at this moment.

Hearing Caspian’s words, he nodded subconsciously. “I’m convinced…”

David Poter’s throat moved. He wanted to say something. But at this time, he found that no matter how hard he tried to defend himself, he was pale and powerless. Caspian’s performance was like a falling mountain, making people desperate.

He lost. He lost miserably. He didn’t even have a chance to resist.

The other Dark Moon Sect disciples also looked at Caspian with complicated expressions. At the thought of all the previous shouts, everyone felt their cheeks burning hot and painful.

“That’s good.”

Caspian then spoke again. At the same time, he reached out his hand and took the elixir into his hand, instantly crushing it into powder.

“What are you doing?” Barry jumped up and glared at him.

“My elixir, what I want to do has nothing to do with you,” Caspian glanced sideways.

Barry still wanted to lose his temper.

Caspian had already looked at him gloomily. “How dare you disrespect a superior? Do you want to die?”

Barry’s hands and feet instantly turned cold. His eyes widened and he was speechless.

“Casper Montgomery, you…”

Just as David Poter said these three words, Caspian looked at him and said, “The competition is over. Now it’s time for us to settle our score.”

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