The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1115

Of the male cultivator, whose spiritual Qi had been extracted most, could only feel his vision turning black and his body shaking uncontrollably. He had to hold the stone coffin with one hand to ensure that he would not fall down. There was a loud boom in his ears. Hearing this voice, he understood that the combination of puppets outside had been completed.

‘It seems that that guy doesn’t know much about formation. That puppet was just a semi-finished product of mine. After formation was activated, it would take some time to complete the combination. During this period of time, even the slightest disturbance could cause its combination to fail. But even so, that guy couldn’t stop it. It seems that it was just a coincidence that he was able to break my formation… That was true. How could a disciple of Heaven’s Edge Sect who’d cultivated to this level be proficient in formations as well? After all, in all these years, the Heaven’s Edge Sect has only one Grand Pure Emperor…’

The male cultivator took a deep breath and flicked his fingertips. As the white light flashed, a light curtain appeared on the wall not far from him. What was displayed on the light curtain was exactly what was happening outside the stone house. The two-story tall puppet raised its huge fist. In front of it, Caspian stood still with his hands clasped behind his back. It seemed that he wanted to let the puppet punch him.

Seeing this scene, the male cultivator’s first reaction was that he was seeing things.

How could there be someone in this world who was stupid enough to let others punch him?

But when he took another look and confirmed that this was the case, the male cultivator’s eyes revealed an uncontrollable excitement. The excitement went up along his spine, and even his body began to tremble.

“That’s great, that’s great, that idiot!” the male cultivator felt that the fatigue caused by losing too much spiritual Qi reduced a lot. “The fist of the puppet was made of Ice Fire Primordial Stones 50 kilometers away from the deep sea. It was not only heavy, but also contained the power similar to magic. The moment one was hit, one would feel a bone-chilling coldness. After a while, the coldness faded away and the heat came, as if he was being roasted on fire. The extreme cold and extreme heat constantly alternated. Even a body at the peak of Holy Land Realm could not bear it. They would either break or explode on the spot… You’re dead meat!”

The male cultivator looked at Caspian in the picture gloatingly.

The puppet’s arm made a loud bang, and it raised its fist high. Suddenly, a fist with a thunderous bang came toward Caspian. The air was completely sucked out by the puppet’s fist. There was even a visible trajectory in the void.

Bang!

There was a loud noise. A terrifying force spread out in an instant. The ground under Caspian’s feet cracked, the spider web-shaped cracks spread in all directions at lightning speed. Crackling sounds could be heard as the ground cracked, collapsed, and rose and fell. Even the stone house was affected.

The male cultivator stared at Caspian in the picture. He knew how powerful his own puppet was. Therefore, he deeply understood how terrifying the puppet’s punch was. But the next moment, his expression condensed. The air that had been taken away was rubbing fiercely at this moment, and there was a loud sound like leather friction. The collapse of the ground continued. However, what he had expected did not happen at all. Caspian stood still and did not shake at all. The puppet’s punch seemed to hit a mountain that was taller and more lofty than it.

“How… How could this be…” The male cultivator squeezed out a groan.

But soon, he gritted his teeth and stared at Caspian in the picture. “It doesn’t matter if you didn’t fly away with one punch. Next, you have to have a good taste of the mixture of ice and fire!”

At this moment, the puppet raised its arm again. The figure of Caspian reappeared on the screen. There was no damage at all. Not to mention the damage, there was not even a red mark.

In fact, Caspian was also feeling the strength of the puppet’s punch.

The puppet’ s punch alone shattered the ground. But in Caspian’s view, it was not as good as a mosquito. However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill suddenly seep into his skin. In just a few seconds, he felt as if he had sucked in a large mouthful of ice. His internal organs seemed to be frozen. The cold air was overbearing and wild, as if it had stripped people of their clothes and thrown them on the deserted snow plateau.

“Hahaha! It’s starting! Boy, just wait for your body to explode!” Seeing Caspian’s face, the male cultivator knew that it had begun to take effect, so he laughed proudly. However, this smile made his originally weak body suddenly fall down, and his head slammed into the stone coffin with a bang. Having lost the Body-protection Gang condensed from spiritual Qi, the male cultivator almost fainted from the pain, and tears welled up in his eyes. He struggled to raise his head and looked up at the light. curtain again.

Caspian still felt that he was in the cold winter. The next moment, a hot feeling replaced him and came fiercely. Suddenly, he felt as if he was tied to a branch and being roasted on fire. The heat seemed to want to burn him into charcoal. He also realized that this must be the impact of the puppet’s fist.

He didn’t expect that in addition to his powerful fist, there was such a hidden killing move. Caspian’s body was extremely condensed, even stronger than a body refiner cultivator at the same level. If it had been any other cultivator, they would have been completely destroyed by the impact of the ice and fire.

He was waiting for the next moment when Caspian’s body swelled like an inflatable ball, and then exploded with a bang. But at this time, Caspian let out a sigh of relief and immediately returned to normal.

He could not help but be stunned. Then, he watched helplessly as the unscathed Caspian jumped up and caught the puppet’s second punch with one hand. The size of their palms was nearly a hundred times larger. But at this moment, Caspian’s palm was obviously stronger than that of a puppet.