The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1283

Cidas’ breathing became heavier and heavier, and his nostrils were opening and closing at a visible rate. His pupils were bloodshot.

The three Pulse Control Realm cultivators standing behind him were also extremely nervous at this time. The sweat on their bodies almost soaked their whole bodies, even the deck under their feet was covered with sweat.

Cidas’ attitude would decide their lives. As for resistance, they didn’t even think about it. They were Pulse Control Realm cultivators, and on this warship, there were several Holy Land Realm cultivators, even a Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivator.

The three of them had no doubt that if they resisted at this time, it meant that they could help the other party save time to choose. As for abandoning the ship and running away, it was even more ridiculous.

Where could they escape to?

Waiting for the other party’s decision meant that there was still a third chance of survival.

Although this possibility was not up to him. If he resisted or fled, it would be equivalent to cutting off his own life and giving up the hope of survival to others. In this case, the person who survived in the end would not thank him, but would also scold him for being too stupid. Therefore, no one would do such a stupid thing. Although they were terrified, the three cultivators were still waiting for the judgment of fate.

Silent looked at Cidas impatiently. In fact, he felt that he had given Cidas enough time to think about it.

Just as Silent was about to speak, Cidas’ tight shoulders suddenly relaxed. He raised his head and looked at Silent indifferently. “If we can’t reach the palace this time, it’s your men’s turn next…”

“You don’t need to teach me this,” Silent glanced in the direction of Caspian and then said to Cidas, “Do you want me to help you or do it yourself?”

Cidas did not speak. He turned around and looked at the three Pulse Control Realm cultivators who followed him.

The three cultivators were shaking violently. Their purpose of entering Three Sages Mountain was to obtain the qualifications to embark on the Spirit Severing Road. And when they heard that the Grape Myrtle Sect was gathering, they thought that they had a backer. No one had expected that they would encounter such a situation where they were going to die.

“Senior, Senior Brother Mont… We didn’t say that before…” A cultivator stammered.

Cidas raised his hand, and his palm, like a knife, pierced through his opponent’s chest. The cultivator was stunned and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Cidas threw his arm out of the warship.

There was a creaking sound coming from the lake below. After a while, the stagnant warship started to move forward again.

Cidas looked back and forth at the remaining two cultivators. The two cultivators felt their scalps go numb.

One of the Pulse Control Realm cultivators finally couldn’t bear the pressure and braced himself to say, “Senior Brother Mont, the warship has begun to move, is it not necessary… Um… ”

Before he could finish his words, the cultivator suddenly froze. He lowered his head and saw a sword tip coming out of his chest. He was panting heavily behind him. The cultivator soon understood what had happened. He turned around with difficulty and saw the cold eyes of his companion behind him. His companion was also panting, but his expression was harsher than ever.

“I’m sorry… I can only be safe if you die…” The cultivator heard the other party’s words.

This cultivator wanted to laugh, but when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out.

“I’m so… I’m so stupid…” He struggled to utter these words, but he was immediately lifted by the long sword and flew into the air.

With a swoosh, a black shadow fell from the sky. A pair of black iron-like claws grabbed the cultivator’s body, then flew back into the air and soon disappeared into the darkness.