The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 879

"Broken sword."

At this time, the eldest brother heard the faint evaluation of Caspian.

“But now the sword has pierced through me.” The eldest brother really wanted to say that.

But now, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which made him unable to make a sound.

The next moment, Caspian pulled out the sword.

Because the whole process was too fast, in the eyes of the other cultivators, the scene at the moment was not like Caspian snatching the sword, stabbing it into the throat, and then pulling it out.

It was as if Caspian had pulled out a sword from their big brother's neck out of thin air.

Blood immediately spurted out like an uncontrollable spring.

The eldest brother stepped back a few steps, covered his neck with one hand, and pointed at Caspian with the other. His eyes were wide open.

Blood oozed from his fingers.

After a while, he was dyed in blood.

"Cheap people use broken cheap sword."

While the other four cultivators were either surprised or frightened, Caspian casually pinched the sword.

Crack crack.

The long sword was torn into pieces and fell to the ground.

"Run!"

Soon, some of them came to their senses and screamed like pigs being slaughtered.

At this time, as long as they were not fools, they knew they should run away.

The strongest of them all, the bid brother, was not even a chicken in front of the opponent.

Even if there were still four of them left, in the eyes of the other party, they were just four feathers on the chicken wings.

"Go? Who allowed you to go?" Caspian took a step forward.

With a swish, a residual shadow of Caspian was pulled out of the void.

In an instant, he came to two cultivators.

The two cultivators didn't even have time to turn around.

Caspian raised his hands, grabbed their heads, and lightly pushed them to the middle.

Peng!

The two heads exploded into pieces.

Seeing this, the other two cultivators were almost scared out of their wits.

One of them turned around and was about to run, while the other was kneeling on the ground with a thud.

Caspian waved his hand and looked at the cultivator who wanted to run away.

He sneered.

"You want to kill my tiger, and you want to take the opportunity to kill me. How can I let you go?"

"The Great Leisure Court!"

There was a loud sound in the air.

The kneeling cultivator felt dizzy.

In a trance, he felt as if he had seen a shadow rushing toward him.

Because it was too fast and too powerful, the shadow seemed to be able to hold up the void.

The air around the shadow was like boiling water, rolling and splashing.

"This is..."

His sense came to a sudden stop.

Hong!

The rushing Caspian, like a cannonball, smashed the kneeling cultivator into pieces.

Fresh blood mixed with flesh meat and bones exploded like thick blood, scattering all over the ground.

The voice came from behind, which almost made the cultivator who turned around and wanted to run away tremble with fear.

He thought that after waiting for a few days, a big fat pig finally arrived. Who would have thought that this fat pig was actually an ancient vicious beast?