The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 147

Zephyr stared at Molie indifferently.

Initially, he only needed to catch Astor and Molie back.

However, Astor managed to withstand his force, and Molie even took Ashton hostage and threatened the crowd right under his nose.

Although Ashton being captured was none of his concern, the fact that a warrior did such a thing in front of a cultivator was utterly humiliating.

Moreover, Zephyr was always a petty person.

After a while, Zephyr sneered, “Nana, you’re great at hiding yourself.”

Others might not be able to tell, but Zephyr knew well that Molie was camouflaging his true capability.

Not only that, when Molie was dodging him, he did not show his true power too.

“Then why aren’t you running away?” Molie mocked.

Then, be swallowed the remaining two Heavenly Fiend Capsules.

In an instant, he felt a surge of heat rushing in his body.

A suppressed emotion in him gradually leaked into his heart.

“Phew.” Molie exhaled and slowly straightened his body.

Zephyr’s expression changed slightly.

At this time, he felt as if he was not facing a True Martial Realm warrior but a brave-hearted tiger that dominated the forest.

“If I don’t get rid of him now, it’ll only bring me trouble in the future!” Zephyr quickly made such judgment.

“Old b*stard, did you know?” Molie raised his head, and his gaze was as sharp as a blade as he looked at Zephyr.

“Even if you run today, I’ll still chase after you and kill you!”

As soon as he said that, Molie suddenly turned into ten phantoms, covering the space as they all rushed at Zephyr.

Zephyr was stunned.

He did not expect that the True Martial Realm Molie would attack him first.

Based on common sense, Molie was supposed to flee!

The next second, surprise and anger flashed on Zephyr’s face, and he roared, “You’re not a True Martial Realm warrior!”

“Why don’t you give it a try and tell me?! Eight-Shadowed Fists!”

Boom!

The surroundings were suddenly filled with Molie’s scream.

On his body, the light of the 12 energy channels emerged, just like a moon halo.

As he punched out the Eight-Shadowed Fists, the punches’ shadows shrouded like meteors falling from the sky, rapid and dense.

Zephyr even felt his cheeks tingling from being scrapped by the passing airflow.

As Zephyr felt that he was being looked down upon, he attacked in a rage.

“The Whirlwind Palm!”

Then, the punches and slaps collided in mid-air.

Bang!

It was so loud as if dozens of iron balls exploded in the air.

Moreover, one could even see visible ripples.

The explosion terrified the two Lawrence family members.

Their faces quickly turned pale, and their knees went weak.

Then, they fell to the ground, trembling with fear.

Molie’s dark shadow filled the sky, and it suddenly gathered to one.

Next, Molie dropped from the sky, and his palm met Zephyr’s fist.

Bang!

Waves of air surged toward the surroundings.

Zephyr retreated three steps, and each step he took would leave a deep footprint on the ground.

On the other hand, Molie’s figure flew back six meters back, precisely in the direction where the Blazing Spear was at.

Then, he grabbed onto the Blazing Spear, took advantage of its strength, and leaped as he swept the spear across.

The two Lawrence family members’ heads flew out.

The look of surprise and fear froze on their faces.

Next, Molie flicked his spear again, and the iron cage that Solana was locked in immediately opened.

“Run! We’re even now!” Molie said before he faced Zephyr again.

Zephyr’s eyes were burning with rage.

“You two know each other?”

As always, Solana did not say anything.