The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1595

"Ha ha!"

The cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion looked at Caspian and laughed wildly.

His face was full of pride and ridicule.

But after a while, the expression on his face began to freeze.

Although the smile was still on his face, it seemed to be particularly forceful at this time.

Doubts and embarrassment began to surface.

Because not far ahead, although the green flame was still burning, Caspian's body was motionless.

And he didn't even scream.

"Could it be that he's already dead?" After a while, the cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion couldn't help but think of this.

After a moment's thought, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly swung his arm.

A thick black chain shot toward Caspian like a black python.

The chain moved in the air, and suddenly, there was the sound of flood rolling.

The surrounding void was shaken and folded, as if it was going to break in the next moment.

The chain flew to the front of Caspian and suddenly turned around. After a few swooshes, it firmly bound Caspian.

However, Caspian's body still hovered there motionlessly.

He didn't even resist at the very least.

Seeing this, the cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that he died the moment he was hit by the Nine Dead Ghost Infant Thunder." He snorted and looked back and forth at Caspian with unfriendly eyes. "You're really lucky. Otherwise, I would have planned to... huh?"

Before he could finish his words, the cultivator saw the chain that bound Caspian suddenly move.

Then, the whole chain broke inch by inch.

The cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion suddenly held his breath and widened his eyes. "How can this be..."

Phew.

Then, the burning green flame went out.

Caspian was unscathed. He stood there, looking at the cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion with his white eyes.

Although it was just a light glance, it immediately made the cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion's heartstrings tighten and his internal organs twitch.

"How, how could this be... the Nine Dead Ghostly Infant Thunder..."

"You're... talking about this..." Caspian raised his hand.

A black skull the size of an adult's fist was tossed and flung in his palm.

Although it was impossible for the skull to put on an expression, at this moment, the cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion could clearly feel the Rancorous Qi and Nether Spirits inside the skull trembling in fear.

The cultivator’s face immediately turned green and white.

The corners of Caspian's mouth curled up, revealing a mocking smile. When the skull fell back to his palm, he clenched his five fingers.

Crack.

As a faint desperate scream came from the void, the skull was immediately crushed into pieces, blasted into powder, and turned into ashes.

"What... broken... thing... is also a... treasure..."

The cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion was shocked.

Seeing this scene, the cultivator's heart sank into the bottom of the valley bit by bit. He felt that all the blood in his body had solidified and his hands and feet had turned cold.

It was not only because the other party suddenly became ten or even a hundred times stronger at this moment, but also because in the process, the cultivator tried to connect with the Nine Dead Ghost Infant Thunder and called it back, but he could not get any response.

The other party stood there, and his aura alone cut off the connection between him and magic weapon!

"Who... are you?" The cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion felt his throat dry. After swallowing hard, he asked in a hoarse voice.

The cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion trembled and almost fell from the air.

What a joke! A hundred million spirit stones was more than enough to hire a cultivator at the peak of Amethyst Palace Realm!

Caspian saw some clues from the fleeting expression on the other party's face.

His eyes narrowed slightly. "10,000,000... spirit stones..."

Caspian was in a bad mood after losing ten times as much.

The cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion also noticed the dissatisfaction of Caspian.

“But ten million was not a small amount.”

“In the Ghost-killing Pavilion, 10 million spirit stones was the lowest price for Amethyst Palace Realm.

“But, but you're only at the first level of Heavenly Spirit Realm. It's not the time for Amethyst Palace Realm to make a move.” Thinking of this, the cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion wanted to cry.

Looking at the other party’s deformed facial features and the two big tears in the other party’s eyes, Caspian's eyes were as cold as the cold wind, which almost froze the surrounding hundreds of miles.

At this moment, the originally clear sky was covered with dark clouds, and the lead gray thick clouds were pressing down heavily, giving people a sense of despair, as if the sky was going to collapse and the earth was going to sink.

"Only... one million..." At this moment, even an idiot could feel Caspian's dissatisfaction.

Although he knew that if he admitted it, it would directly ignite the dissatisfaction and anger accumulated by the other side, the cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion did not dare to lie under the oppressive gaze of Caspian.

When two streams of hot tears finally flowed down, the cultivator nodded.

Then, Caspian pressed his hand on the other party’s head.

His five fingers were like a mountain, which instantly made the cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion feel that the sun and the moon were upside down, and the five elements were in disorder.

"It's... too... cheap..."

Swoosh!

All of a sudden, the cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion was thrown up in the air like a meteor hammer by Caspian.