The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 2193

"Ah?"

This was the first time in Nine Suffering Demonic Monk’s life that he had doubted his own eyes.

This Blood Lotus Prison, which had been suppressed and sealed him for countless years, could not be broken even if he tried his best. It could only be eroded by Devil Qi and had not been successfully broken yet. How could it be broken so easily at this moment?

Looking at the constantly withering petals, the Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk did not dare to believe his eyes for a moment.

He even suspected that he had been suppressed for too long, so that he had an inner demon and illusion today.

The Blood Lotus Prison was broken?

Did he regain his freedom so easily?

The feeling was so unreal that the Evil Monk was stunned on the spot, and his mind seemed to have stopped thinking.

"An ant... you... go all out... What about..."

Just then, Caspian's voice came from above.

At this moment, the fierce light in his eyes seemed to be ignited.

No matter how the other party did it, he was free now!

The Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk, who had been suppressed for countless years, returned today!

"You will regret your arrogance!" The Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk opened his eyes completely.

In an instant, countless worlds in the Vast Universe seemed to be faced with a great calamity. A blood sword was hanging high on it, and countless ghosts were turned into smoke and roaring under the sword.

"Die!"

He roared and opened his hands.

Chi!

All the void was torn apart.

The nine skeletons on the Nine Suffering Demonic Monk’s neck formed layers upon layers of the world of evil spirits.

In countless worlds, the fierce demonic sword rushed out like a raging tide in the sea. The thunder and lightning shook, shattered countless galaxies, and fiercely attacked Caspian. It wanted to turn him into ashes in an instant.

"Just this..."

Unfortunately, the one of the Gates of Hell's words were always a tune.

Otherwise, if this sentence was spoken in a doubtful tone, it would probably make the Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk, who had just regained his freedom, die of anger.

Caspian charged forward.

He pulled out a residual shadow and charged straight into the Great Thousand Worlds of the fiendish demon derived from the nine skeletons.

Bang!

In an instant, all the worlds were shattered by him.

Caspian's arm stretched out from the fiery light and sanguine light of the explosion.

The surface of his arm was covered with markings.

An ancient, noble, king-like, and domineering aura suppressed the explosions that were hundreds of billions of times more violent than his.

He raised his hand and held the tip of the Sword of the Fierce Devil.

The moment the five fingers of Caspian touched the sword body, the monk felt his heartbeat missed a beat.

"This is impossible..."

Once again, Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk was deeply suspicious of himself.

"I haven't traveled through the heavens for so many years. Is the current cultivator so terrible?"

Wasn't a mere Amethyst Palace Realm an ant-like existence who could crush a finger into powder without using much force?

With this thought in mind, the Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk subconsciously looked at Caspian.

His pupils constricted.

No.

No!

His opponent was no longer in the Amethyst Palace Realm!

And he couldn't see the other realm’s at all!