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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1212

On the island near the land, spirit boats rose and fell.

All kinds of disciples riding on swords came and went, showing a busy scene. Especially after the task of exchanging the corpse cores for merit points, more and more disciples went to kill zombies. Therefore, Domain in this area became busier.

All the disciples were in a hurry. However, soon, the eyes of these disciples were attracted by a male disciple who had just arrived.

This disciple had a completely different calmness from the others around him, and he was accompanied by a majestic demonic tiger. It was obvious that the demonic tiger was extraordinary. There were fire-like patterns on the tiger’s face, body, and claws, giving off an imposing manner.

Of course, among the surrounding disciples, there was a thought that should not have occurred to them when they saw the Demonic Tiger. However, when they saw the disciple following closely behind the Demonic Tiger, they had to suppress their thoughts.

The male disciple was at the peak of the third stage of Holy Land Realm.

This realm wasn’t considered high within the entire Heaven’s Edge Sect, and it couldn’t be considered low either. At best, it was at the middle rank. But once he took a step up and reached Heavenly Spirit Realm, it would be completely different. That was Heavenly Spirit Realm, Master!

There was a common saying in cultivators world, “People were nonentities under the Heavenly Spirit Realm.”

This male disciple wasn’t that far from Heavenly Spirit Realm. Moreover, he looked very young.

Youth was capital, and youth represented infinite possibilities. No one was willing to offend an cultivator who was very likely to become a master in the future for the sake of a demon tiger that might not be subdued. The cost was too high.

While walking in the crowd, Caspian paid attention to the bell on his waist. When the bell warned, only Caspian could hear it, and there would be a touch of red on the surface of the bell. The more hostile the other party was, the deeper the red color would be.

Along the way, Caspian found that many people were hostile to him. To be exact, it was a kind of envy and jealousy. However, because it did not rise to the level of killing and snatching treasures, the red color on the bell had always been shallow.

This made Caspian feel a little regretful. Yes, what Caspian felt was regret.

‘How nice it would be if you guys were really blinded by greed. If you didn’t come to rob me, why would I have the reason to rob you?’

Caspian was not in a good mood after losing a chance to make a fortune.

‘Do you think that Little Candy is not excellent enough?’

With this in mind, Caspian stopped at the edge of the island and patted Little Candy’s head. “Good girl, let’s go…”

The next moment, in the exclamations and gasps around, Little Candy spread out its huge wings and flew up with Caspian. In an instant, it flew into the distant sky.

“That, that demonic tiger can fly!”

“Idiot! How can a demonic tiger fly? It’s not a demonic tiger at all. It must be an amazing demon!” The one who spoke looked in the direction where Caspian left with fanatical look in their eyes.

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