The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1293

A look and a few words.

Caspian only did this. But at this moment, Journey, who was already dozens of feet away, felt as if he had been thrown into ice and snow. All the blood in his body seemed to freeze.

There was still no expression on Caspian’s face. It was as if Journey was no match for him at all.

If an adult were to crush an ant to death, would he have to show a happy expression?

No need. That was the same now.

Caspian raised his hand, and the boiling blood and blazing flames had already swept in front of him. His five fingers curled slightly.

Buzz!

There was a boom. The blood and fire that had been rushing towards him suddenly stopped.

Not only that, but at this moment, Journey could also feel a strong force coming from the void around him. His body couldn’t move, so he stopped in midair.

What made Journey even more desperate and terrible was that spiritual Qi in his body could no longer circulate at this time. This made him feel unprecedented horror.

What kind of monster was he facing?

Since this fellow was so powerful, why was the fellow only in Holy Land Realm, and why did he have to stay amongst the disciples of the Heaven’s Edge Sect?

There was no sound at all. Journey saw that magical power that he had released dissipated directly.

If not for the distorted void around him, he would have doubted if he had cast his magical power. But soon, he was not in the mood to care about this problem. Because he saw Caspian in the distance pulled his arm back a little. This action was like a person pulling a kite string.

The degree of movement was very small, but, Journey felt that he flew toward Caspian at a speed faster than that of a meteor. Then, he brushed past Caspian and fell into the ground like a shocking swan.

The speed was too fast and the strength was too strong. The track that Journey flew across in mid-air could even be seen with the naked eye, as if it had existed since ancient times.

Among the large pieces of gravel, Journey only had a badly mutilated head, which was still exposed. The lower part of his neck was buried in the ground, which was indescribable.

Cultivators of spiritual Qi were vigorous, and their Protective Upstanding Qi was solid. If it were not for the powerful magical power or magic treasure, it was almost impossible to hurt them. But just now, Caspian only used the most ordinary power to directly kill a cultivator of Heavenly Spirit Realm.

Journey would never have imagined that one day he would die in such an almost impossible way. Magical power that he had just released only caused the surrounding void to melt and collapse. However, because the process was very short, the damage was actually extremely limited. At most, when people looked at it, they would feel that what their eyes saw was a little distorted.

What caused even greater damage was that Caspian threw Journey into the air as a human flesh sandbag. The ground of the hall, which could accommodate thousands of people, cracked. In the distance, the gravel and mud were still spreading and surging like water waves.

The corpses of Silent Lion, Cidas Mont, and Joyce Owen, who were even closer, were smashed into pieces under the impact of the explosion. As for Yvonne Johnson and Bowen Pullman, they were not injured at all under the deliberate protection of Caspian and did not even move a single inch on the trembling ground.

This feeling looked like a rainstorm in a region, but in the end, there was a very small open-air Domain without even a drop of rain, as if it had been forgotten by the heavy rain.

Caspian frowned as he turned to look at the two of them. A slightly dissatisfied expression appeared on his face. He was not dissatisfied that Yvonne and Bowen had been hurt. Instead, he seemed to be more dissatisfied with how he had protected them.

Caspian frowned even more. Obviously, the more he tried to find an excuse for what he had just done, the angrier he became.

This idea suddenly popped up in Caspian’s mind, and he also turned his gaze toward Yvonne and Bowen. As the two of them were still unable to wake up, they were completely unaware of the murderous look in his eyes.

Taking two steps forward, Caspian slowly clenched his right hand, and his joints made crackling sounds. However, after just two steps, he stopped. Then, he violently waved his fist and hit the high platform in front of the palace.

After this punch, the anger in Caspian’s heart eased a lot. He no longer hesitated as to whether or not he should kill Yvonne and Bowen. Instead, he stood up straight and looked toward the wall that he had broken.