The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 580

The longsword’s cyan light was piercing and soul-stirring.

Although it did not move, it already rolled up a fierce frenzy in the void.

“There’s no hope…”

“It’s an almost spirit tool! The Blue Feather Sect goes all out!”

“He’s only an entry-level second-stage Pulse Control Realm disciple, but he has an almost spirit tool.

This match will be decided in an instant.”

“The road to immortality relies on four assistance, medicines, inscriptions, tools, and formations.

No matter how strong the Heavenly Stars Sect’s inscriptions and formations are, it’s only an auxiliary.

Hence, they won’t last long when facing someone strong, especially when the opponent still has such a weapon.”

There were discussions all around.

At that moment, even the cultivators who thought Heavenly Stars Sect had a glimmer of hope changed their tone.

The impact of an almost spirit tool was seen.

Looking at the cyan longsword , Jessica could not help saying, “This Hann possesses such a weapon.

It seems that the Blue Feather Sect wants to nurture him.”

However, she noticed that Caspian’s expression did not show the slightest worry.

Instead, there was a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Jessica blinked her eyes curiously, asking, “Aren‘t you concerned?”

Caspian shook his head.

“No.

It might be an almost spirit tool, but this kind of weapon also depends on the owner.

There’s no such thing as the strongest weapon, only the strongest cultivator.

In this regard, I have absolute confidence in Solana.”

As the two talked, the match began.

In an instant, the cyan sword glow swept toward Solana like an angry sea, and the surrounding sharp sword lights dazzled around them like a downpour with thunder and lightning.

Everyone watching from a distance could not help but feel their souls trembling violently as a loud rumbling sound echoed in their ears, causing their breathing to stop.

“What powerful strength!”

“Is this the entry-level second-stage Pulse Control Realm?”

There were bursts of exclamations from the surrounding stands.

“Solana, you’re going to lose!” Hann sneered from behind the sword lights.

The slash sealed all vitality, and Hann believed that Solana would never be able to block it, leaving only a miserable ending.

“The Disorderly Scenic Dance!”

Solana’s eyes were still calm.

Then, just when everyone thought she would evade, Solana stepped forward and rushed over to face the sword lights.

The massive ax in her hand swept across violently, bursting out with a loud noise and giving people a sense of illusion that the void was about to be blown up.

“She’s crazy!”

“That’s an almost spirit tool! Is she seeking death by running directly toward it!”

“This is suicide!”

Many people were stunned by Solana’s actions, and their eyes widened.

Boom!

The massive ax collided violently with the sword light instantly, and a loud thunderous sound erupted.

The flickering sparks quickly turned into a dazzling fire dragon, which stretched, extended, and spread toward the surroundings, piercing people’s eyes so badly that tears streamed out.

At that moment, the air seemed to be burning, frantically vaporizing, like a golden snake dancing wildly.

Hann frowned, and his arm felt sore.

Nevertheless, he could not help but mutter in his heart, “What great strength!”

Solana’s strength was beyond Hann’s expectations, so much so that a layer of the blasting sword beam was smashed in a flash.

“However, it’s only one layer.

The Whirling Storm of Slash!” Hann snorted coldly, and the cyan sword glow rose again.

Then, the entire massive ax was swallowed into the storm-like sword lights.

Crackle and rattle!

The power of an almost spirit tool was at its peak.