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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1045

The female cultivator stretched out a hand and patted the root of the tree. The erected root immediately nodded. It looked like a dog that had been praised by its master.

The female cultivator looked at the big ball lying in the dense roots. She knew that if she waited for a while, those bloodthirsty white flowers would turn the other party into a pile of bones. Just like the senior brother who coveted her. At that time, she only needed to disperse these roots and take the Caspian’s storage pouch and the Heaven’s Edge Pointing Heart Swords.

She really didn’t expect her luck to be so good, at least in her mind. In just a few hours, there were already five Heaven’s Edge Pointing Heart Swords.

‘It’s all thanks to the family heirloom. Otherwise, there would be no other way for them to be so obedient,’ The female cultivator couldn’t help but sigh.

“I just saw a lot of corpses. Were they killed by you?” At this time, a voice suddenly came from the big ball.

Someone suddenly spoke in the quiet courtyard, causing one’s hair to stand on end. In an instant, the female cultivator felt her hair stand on end. The next moment, she came to her senses. She widened her eyes and looked at the ball wrapped by the roots in disbelief.

Judging from the time, the man’s flesh and blood should have been eaten at least 70% or 80%. Even the internal organs should have been almost eaten.

How could he still speak? And from his tone, it seemed that he was safe and sound?

The female cultivator’s breathing quickened. She had an impulse to disperse these roots and see what was going on. However, she forced herself to hold back this impulse.

Perhaps this was the other party’s trick?

‘That’s impossible. Even if he was made of steel, he would be crushed into pieces by these flowers. No cultivator of Holy Land Realm can withstand their sharp teeth. This guy is no exception!’ She comforted herself in her heart.

At this time, Caspian‘s voice came out of the ball again. He seemed to be talking to himself or to someone.

“Oh, I see…”

It seemed like to come back to the previous topic.

“Don’t you want to know how I improved before?”

“That is… This!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar suddenly sounded, like a muffled thunder in the rolling dark clouds in the middle of summer. The ground shook violently. There seemed to be a wave of energy spreading in the void.

The female cultivator’s heart skipped a beat, and her face turned pale. She only felt that all Qi and blood in her body was rushing to her chest at this moment, showing an unspeakable discomfort.

The next moment, she was surprised to see that the dense roots in the pit seemed to have seen something extremely scared at this moment. They shrank back like tides and went deep into the soil. Even the roots around the entangled giant ball retreated at high speed.

“Oh, are you scared now?” The voice of Caspian came again.

The next moment, like tearing a piece of grass paper, Caspian tore the roots in front of him into pieces. The faces on the roots were torn apart before they could shrink back, they were howling in pain.

Meanwhile, the female cultivator was horrified to see that those small white flowers that should have stuck to Caspian’s body and chewed on his flesh disappeared without a trace. There was not even a white mark on Caspian’s body, let alone a wound.

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