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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1181

Summary for Chapter 1181 One's Trump Card: The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 1181 One's Trump Card – A Turning Point in The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell by Liu Ya

In this chapter of The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell, Liu Ya introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 1181 One's Trump Card shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Novel genre.

Jones Henry’s words were like thunder exploding in people’s ears, making their eardrums hurt and their minds buzzing.

The disciple that Angela Lia had previously referred to as ‘Joan High’ was the only surviving existence who hadn’t consumed the elixir. At this moment, he was lying on the ground in a shallow pit, looking up at Jones Henry in the distance. Hearing Jones Henry’s words, his eyes flashed.

‘Could the corpse in the cave be the Eight-eyed Master of the Setting Sun Gate?’

Thinking of this, another gust of wind came. The disciple’s facial features suddenly twisted and blurred. As he sensed the change in his facial expression, this disciple quickly lowered his head. However, spiritual sense that far exceeded his current realm spread out and observed the change in the previous battle situation.

“Do you think you can fight with us after swallowing vigor of your companions?” The Yin-Yang face demon fox rubbed his hands and said with a grim smile, “In terms of vigor, can you be better than our demons?”

“How naive,” Jones Henry said.

At this moment, not only was there blood in his eye sockets, but also when he opened his mouth to speak, there was a dark red light in the depths of his throat.

Jones Henry slowly raised his arm.

Lord Roc, who was standing at the back and observing the situation, suddenly narrowed his eyes. He realized that there was something unusual about Domain. However, his attention had been attracted by Jones Henry just now, so he didn’t notice it. The more he noticed it, the more he felt that it was unusual and extremely abrupt.

“Those tattered boxes…”

Lord Roc’s eyes fell on somewhere not far from Jones Henry. He remembered that the broken boxes were scattered out when he smashed the carriage. He was so angry because there was no Bone-refining Essence Silkworm in the carriage. In addition, these boxes were too old, so he did not pay attention to them. But now, after the shock just now, Lord Roc found that these boxes were abnormal.

Jones Henry burst out, roasting the lake and melting the ground, the clouds in the sky were burned dry. Even shapeshifting demons like them felt great pressure. However, those wooden boxes were actually intact. Moreover, that was a few tattered wooden boxes that had long rotted beyond belief!

When he connected it to the case where he had blown up the carriage, the boxes were not damaged. So when he looked over, Lord Roc felt that these wooden boxes piled up together looked so dazzling. The pitch-black chest emanated a terrifying coldness.

“Those boxes! Stop him!” Suddenly, Lord Roc shivered and reacted as he roared.

The other shape-shifting demons looked around and suddenly understood. Those broken wooden boxes were still piled up there, which meant that they were telling everyone present that they were not ordinary.

“I’ve said it. It‘s too late,” As soon as Jones Henry finished speaking, his mouth suddenly opened wide. This time, he opened his mouth to an amazing extent. A large patch of red light, like multicolored light, spread out and covered the wooden boxes.

“Who cares what you are? Go to hell!” With a roar, Lion Nine’s arm fell straight down like a giant axe. The air around his arm was mighty and was forced away.

Bang!

Lion Nine’s arm smashed into a wooden chest. But the next moment, he showed a painful look on his face. What was even more frightening was the cracking sound of chewing in the wooden box, which made people’s scalps numb.

“Ah!”

With a painful roar, Lion Nine violently pulled out his arm and staggered back a few steps.

The disciple of Holy Land Realm raised his head and immediately saw that Lion Nine’s arm had actually split open from his elbow. Blood dripped down, and bones could even be seen everywhere.

One had to know that Lion Nine was a shape-shifting demon. His golden hair was comparable to a medium level spirit tool and would not be easily broken. Beneath the hair were extremely refined flesh and blood. But in just a moment, his arm was almost torn apart like a cooked chicken leg. The cross teeth marks on the arm wound made people’s scalps numb and their hearts turn cold.

The yin yang demon fox and the wild boar shape-shifting demon, who were following closely behind Lion Nine, couldn’t help but reveal shocked expressions when they saw Lion Nine’s miserable state. They took a few steps back and looked towards the wooden chest that Lion Nine had shattered with shock and uncertainty.

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