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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 660

“It’s you?” Charles was stunned.

It was apparent that he did not expect Caspian to show up again after being knocked away.

However, Charles’ expression quickly turned ferocious again, and he shouted, “You come at the right time! Go and die with your friends!”

Boom!

The Scarlet Blood Devil’s Arm was like a huge rolling tide, violently colliding with Caspian’ s sword lights.

As the deafening roar exploded, everyone felt as if the void around them was about to collapse.

It was as if a black hole appeared in the center of the blast, wanting to engulf everything in the surroundings and destroy them.

Soon, a pit about 30 meters in diameter formed on the ground, and more cracks spread toward the surroundings like a torn wound.

Charles shook his hand, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes as he staggered a few steps backward, hurriedly looking in Caspian’s direction.

He was even more surprised to find that Caspian blocked his power!

The crowd behind Caspian was unharmed! Caspian was just like a wall, protecting everyone behind him.

“D*mn it!” Charles secretly cursed, and he froze.

When he returned to his senses, Caspian disappeared!

After Caspian blocked Charles’ attack, his figure was nowhere to be found.

In a flash, Charles only felt as if a white light flashed in his mind.

At the thought of the previous encounter, Charles instantly scolded, “This d*mn b*stard! He’s using this trick again!”

“Why shouldn’t I use it if it’s useful?” Caspian’s voice sounded beside Charles.

As soon as Caspian blocked the hit, he used the Great Leisure Court to approach Charles.

After all, he created his opportunity, since the chance appeared, Caspian would naturally grab it tighter.

“Furious Sword Intent!”

Caspian raised his hands and slashed out.

In an instant, the sword light was like a scorching sun, melting and engulfing everything, advancing layer by layer with a turbulent momentum as it cut toward Charles.

“Too slow!” Charles’s eyes flickered, and he roared.

“Eight Extremities Mysterious Polaris Physique! Scarlet Blood Devil’s Arm!”

Boom!

A thunderous noise sounded, and the majestic fist slammed at the sword light.

Compared to the punch Charles’ blasted, Caspian’s sword light flickered like a firefly as if it would be extinguished at any time.

“Slow? What about this?” Caspian was in no hurry, and he slowly uttered two words, “Flowing Wind.”

Hum!

With a shock, a light flashed on the Wave-Breaking Sword, and its slashing speed instantly skyrocketed five times than before! The sword light was incredibly fast as a falling meteorite, leaving a trail of splendid brilliance behind.

“Inscription!” Charles swiftly realized that, and he gasped.

He finally remembered that the Heavenly Stars Sect was best in inscriptions and formations.

Nevertheless, Caspian would draw more than one inscription of his Wave-Breaking Sword before the match.

“Armor-Breaker!”

On the sharp edge, a streamer as thin as a hair appeared.

Although it was very thin, its sharpness was ten times stronger than a sword light!

Swoosh!

The sword light instantly cut through the condensed air, and dazzling sparks soon appeared on Charles‘ arm as if it hit steel.

The Eight Extremities Mysterious Polaris Physique that Charles was most proud of glowed in a faint golden light.

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