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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1276

If someone asked such a question in the wild, it would be a sign of a fight.

Although Joyce and the others were from the same sect as Caspian and their previous performances were friendly, the atmosphere between the Heaven’s Edge Sect and Efraxs sect was completely different.

Efraxs sects would focus on unity and cooperation.

When Caspian arrived at the Heaven’s Edge Sect, Master’s first lesson was to compete for resources. Sometimes, even if they were fellow disciples, they had to fight for resources. Therefore, when Joyce spoke at this time, although there was a smile on her face, not only her companions behind her, but also Cidas and Silent Lion glanced at them intentionally or unintentionally.

Caspian’s wrist shook.

Suddenly, a thick stack of formation diagrams were thrown in his hand, and he said with a faint smile, “My friend likes to stare at people. Do you have any opinions?”

Behind Joyce Owen, a cultivator’s face changed and he was about to step forward. However, Joyce stood in front of him quietly. Her eyes were fixed on the array in the hands of Caspian.

At this moment, Cidas and Silent Lion were also looking at the diagrams, and their eyes were full of surprise.

They were all Murder Arrays, and there were no less than 50 of them!

Moreover, the smile on Caspian’s face indicated that he had other means. Although Joyce and Cidas’s realms were lower than that of Caspian, in fact, they had entered the Heaven’s Edge Sect much longer than Caspian. After dealing with all kinds of fellow disciples for a long time, they had already mastered the ability to see people.

In their opinion, this fellow disciple called Caspian in front of them almost wrote “Don’t provoke me”.

His realm was not lower than theirs, and he could easily show dozens of Murder Arrays. He was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

She was the one who provoked the anger. Now that she had to swallow it, Joyce was extremely depressed. But no matter how depressed she was, she could only accept it.

The realm of Caspian was higher than hers, and Caspian had already taken the initiative to show the formation map at this moment. So she could only comfort herself in her heart, ‘I have more important things to do here and have no time to be angry with others…’

Thinking of this, Joyce took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said, “No problem.‘’

“Then why did the guy behind you bark at me like that just now?” Caspian’s face darkened. “Why don’t you try to stare at me again?”

Caspian was referring to the cultivator who had just been stopped by Joyce.

This cultivator was only at the third level of Pulse Control Realm.

“I, Caspian, have killed many Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivators. As a Pulse Control Realm cultivator, how dare you grin at me?”

The cultivator was obviously a hot-tempered person. He ignored Joyce’s obstruction and stuck his neck out. “What do you mean?”

Caspian sneered, condensed his spiritual sense, and slammed into his opponent. But in the face of a Pulse Control Realm cultivator who had not yet condensed his spiritual sense ability, Caspian was much stronger.

Coupled with the fact that Caspian was angry at this moment, the cultivator screamed and rolled on the ground with his head in his arms. The terrible pain made him quickly grab his head until it was dripping with blood.

Seeing this, Joyce was shocked and angry. “Spiritual sense attack!”

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