The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 806

Everyone looked at him with fear and envy.

James Steinbeck looked at the rising and falling ground in the distance and froze on the spot.

" How could I have such great strength?"

Although his realm was much higher than Caspian, James Steinbeck was still very clear about his own strength.

Logically speaking, the scene shouldn't be so shocking.

James Steinbeck could not help but lower his head to look at his palm. He blinked and said, "Could it be that I failed to control my anger?"

Thinking of this, he was relieved.

After all, his realm was much higher than Caspian.

It was like an elephant dealing with a puppy. A sweep of its nose was enough for a puppy to bear.

Sometimes, it was natural that he couldn't grasp too precise power.

Thinking of this, James Steinbeck nodded slightly. With his hands behind his back, he looked into the distance.

Anyone who saw this scene could not help but give a thumbs-up in their hearts. "What a good master!"

At this moment, the ground in the distance trembled again.

The next moment, a bloody figure jumped up high from the inside. After falling to the ground, he stumbled and ran away.

The blood on the figure's body and the shocking blood on the ground made one's scalp numb.

"It's Caspian!"

"That fellow wants to run!"

After a while, some of the cultivators finally reacted and shouted.

It could be seen that Caspian had been seriously injured by James Steinbeck's move and it was very difficult for him to run at this moment.

However, it was obvious that he knew that this was his only chance, so he did not look back and displayed his full speed at the moment. While running, he poured elixir into his mouth to suppress his injury.

"You still want to escape like this?" James Steinbeck sneered.

He couldn't help but smile.

This was what he wanted to see and was happy to see.

A mere cultivator of Pulse Control Realm should be an ant in front of the Holy Land Realm!

The other cultivators present watched helplessly as Caspian ran further and further away.

Of course, they all knew that at this time, Caspian, was like the tiger that had broken its limbs and cut off its tail.

Now was the best time to kill him.

As long as Caspian was killed, cultivators from the sect would make contributions, and cultivators who came for the reward would be rewarded.

But now, without James Steinbeck's nod, who would dare to rush forward?

James Steinbeck hurt Caspian. If you rush up now, won't you be stealing his gain?

At that time, there was no need to think about it. James Steinbeck would definitely slap you directly.

Thinking of this, all cultivators present couldn't help but turn their heads and look at James Steinbeck, hoping that he could give up this opportunity.

James Steinbeck was still immersed in his emotions just now.

James Steinbeck didn't realize what had happened until Caspian almost ran out of his sight and no one rushed out to kill Caspian.

Glancing at the "entities" on the scene, James Steinbeck nodded calmly.

Since he was the one who issued the reward, he naturally would not covet it.

Moreover, his purpose of venting his anger had been achieved by displaying his might. Naturally, he did not need to worry about whether he should kill Caspian himself.

What's more, killing such a seriously injured "ant" made him lose face.

At this moment, with James Steinbeck's permission, the eyes of the present cultivators burst out bright light.

In an instant, they chased in the direction of Caspian.

This was a rare opportunity.

Merit points or rewards were all within reach!