The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1727

When demonic beasts met, they not only competed in strength and realm, but also in bloodline.

Those with high blood lineage, even if their realms were low, were enough to make the other party instinctively feel fear, to the extent where they could even make the other party obey their orders.

This was also the reason why a low-level divine beast could rule a group of demons.

In comparison, it was a little similar to the people in the secular world. They were born to be in awe of the royal power.

Even a general of True Martial Realm had to be respectful to the prince of a child and obey his orders.

Under normal circumstances, the suppression of the demonic beast's bloodline would have no effect on cultivators.

However, the reason why Black Dragon made such a desperate strike was that he felt a strong Demonic Beast aura from Caspian.

Moreover, the aura of the demonic beast was very mixed.

In other words, he thought Caspian was a bastard.

So he thought of a possibility: the other party's vigor was so strong that it must have absorbed a lot of demonic beasts' vigor.

After absorbing so much, a cultivator could naturally be regarded as having a strong Blood Soul, and no one could defeat it.

But in the eyes of demonic beasts, bastards were the lowest.

Taking the prince as an example, this bastard was like the son of an emperor who had lost his sense of conduct after drinking and born the son with a whore.

Although he was also a prince.

However, this prince's status in the royal family was probably inferior to that of a servant.

And what flowed through Black Dragon's body was an extremely pure flood dragon bloodline.

Although the flood dragon bloodline was not as top-level as divine beasts, it could be considered a high-level and noble among the demonic beasts.

Therefore, Black Dragon was confident that he could suppress Caspian, a b*tch.

And it was completely crushing!

It was precisely because of this that Black Dragon had to condense his Blood Essence and release his strongest Blood Meridian to prevent Caspian from escaping at the cost of being seriously injured by Purpleheaven Thunder.

The current situation was the same as Black Dragon had expected.

His opponent had no "ability" to escape from his attack.

Next, it was his turn to use his noble flood dragon bloodline to kill the other party and trample the other party’s soul under his feet!

"Die!"

Black Dragon let out a muffled shout.

The purple light that wrapped around Caspian suddenly condensed into a crystal wall.

Caspian narrowed his eyes and raised his sword to cut.

But this time, it was beyond his expectation.

When the sword hit the crystal wall, the surging sword Qi and the raging flames suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It was like a man's fierce punch hitting the air.

"It's useless. You don't have to struggle anymore." Seeing that Caspian was unable to break the purple crystal wall even after continuously striking with the sword, Black Dragon smiled more proudly.

"This bloodline suppression is a rule set by the demonic beast's ancestor many great eras ago.

"So before we decide who is stronger and who is weaker, you can't hurt me, nor can I hurt you."

But on this matter, you have no chance of winning."

Black Dragon grinned smugly.

At this time, he looked more and more terrifying.

His internal organs, which had been blown up, were mixed with the blood in his body. At this time, there was a dull rumbling sound when he moved.

The surface of his body also seemed to be blocked by vigor and turned purple and black, like a piece of rotten meat.

However, Black Dragon did not care about it at all.

With hatred in his eyes, he stared at Caspian and said, "Let me completely suppress you!"

A faint glow was emitted from the crystal wall after his voice sounded.

The illusory image of a flood dragon condensed in the air.

Above the vast sea, the illusory image of a flood dragon gave people an extremely large, ancient, mysterious, gloomy, and strange aura.