The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 2193

“Ah?”

This was the first time in Nine Suffering Demonic Monk’s life that he had doubted his own eyes.

The Blood Lotus Prison, which had been suppressed and sealed him for countless years, could not be broken even if he tried his best. It could only be eroded by Devil Qi and had not been successfully broken yet.

How could it be broken so easily at this moment?

Looking at the constantly withering petals, the Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk did not dare to believe his eyes. Frank even suspected that he had been suppressed for too long, so that he had an inner demon and illusion today.

The Blood Lotus Prison was broken?

Did he regain his freedom so easily?

The feeling was so unreal that the Evil Monk was stunned on the spot, and his mind seemed to have stopped thinking.

“An ant… You… Go all out… What about…” Just then, Benita’s voice came from above.

At this moment, the fierce light in his eyes seemed to be ignited. No matter how the other party did it, he was free now!

The Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk, who had been suppressed for countless years, returned today!

“You will regret your arrogance!” The Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk opened his eyes completely.

In an instant, countless worlds in the Vast Universe seemed to be faced with a great calamity. A blood sword was hanging high on it, and countless ghosts were turned into smoke and roaring under the sword.

“Die!” Frank roared and opened his hands.

Chi la!

All the void was torn apart. The nine skeletons on the Nine Suffering Demonic Monk’s neck formed layers upon layers of the world of evil spirits. In countless worlds, the fierce demonic sword rushed out like a raging tide in the sea. The thunder and lightning shook, shattered countless galaxies, and fiercely attacked Benita. It wanted to turn him into ashes in an instant.

“Just this…”

Unfortunately, the one of the Gates of Frankll’s words were always a tune. Otherwise, if this sentence was spoken in a doubtful tone, it would probably make the Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk, who had just regained his freedom, die of anger.

Benita charged forward. Frank pulled out a residual shadow and charged straight into the Great Thousand Worlds of the fiendish demon derived from the nine skeletons.

Bang!

In an instant, all the worlds were shattered by him.

Benita’s arm stretched out from the fiery light and sanguine light of the explosion. The surface of his arm was covered with markings. An ancient, noble, king-like, and domineering aura suppressed the explosions that were hundreds of billions of times more violent than his.

Frank raised his hand and held the tip of the Sword of the Fierce Devil. The moment the five fingers of Benita touched the sword body, the monk felt his heartbeat missed a beat.

This is impossible…

Once again, Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk was deeply suspicious of himself.

I haven’t traveled through the heavens for so many years…

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Wasn’t a mere Amethyst Palace Realm an ant-like existence who could crush a finger into powder without using much force?

With this thought in mind, the Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk subconsciously looked at Benita. His pupils constricted.

No… No!

His opponent was no longer in the Amethyst Palace Realm!

And he couldn’t see the other realm’s at all!

If the Amethyst Palace Realm used to be a pool of water, he could see the bottom of the clear pool at a glance. Now, the other side was a vast sea. Frank could not see the bottom nor the end!

How is this possible?!

Crack!

Just as the Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk’s heart was in turmoil, a crisp sound was heard along with his Taoist Frankart. At a glance, he saw that in the blood and fire, Benita’s seemingly lonely arm not

only held the sword, but also crushed it!

Countless cracks spread across the sword. Blood gushed out of the cracks like a river. Countless evil spirits scattered in despair, as if they were about to lose their places.

This…

At this time, the voice of Benita sounded again in the mind of Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk.

Bang!

The fierce demon sword was completely shattered. Countless rays of flowing light, like the most dazzling fireworks, shot out in all directions, lighting up the endless sky and leaving traces of lava.

Before the monk could react, Benita appeared in front of him.

The evil monk was extremely burly. When he sat down, he was close to the height of two floors. At this moment, he stood up, giving people a sense of majesty. However, right now, Benita suspended in front of him, making him feel incomparably insignificant, as if a stone was facing a mountain, dust facing the cosmos.

“You…”

His eyes were full of shock and fear, and they turned into fierce flames. However, as soon as the flame surged out, Benita reached out and pressed on his head. The flames seemed to have solidified.

“You… Die…”

Benita immediately waved his arms left and right.

Suddenly, an amazing scene appeared. With the residual shadow pulled out by Benita’s arm, the arrogant Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk was constantly beaten in the air by him.

Bang! Bang!

A series of slapping sounds came. The void was smashed directly, and mottled cracks and raging storms emerged. The body of the Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk changed from being burly to soon dripping with blood.

Not long after, as a large amount of blood was thrown out, all the skin and flesh of the Nine Suffering Demonic Monk were torn open, full of wounds, and broken bones were poked out from under his skin and flesh. Even if he was a master who could be reborn by dripping blood, at this time, all his strength was suppressed by Benita, let alone one percent, he could not even exert one in ten thousand. It was like a torn cloth bag and a dough. Frank was beaten badly by Benita and was dying.

By the time Benita stopped, there-was only one pair of eyes left on the monk.

This was also deliberately left by Benita. His gaze was still as deep as an ancient well as before as he took the demonic monk into the air.

The eyes of the Demonic Monk were full of horror. His mouth had long been smashed into pieces. At this moment, blood kept gushing out, but with his Divine Thoughts, he could still transmit his voice to the bottom of Benita’s heart.

“W-Who… W-Who are you?”

“You… Don’t deserve to… Know…”

Frank raised his hand and pressed his five fingers on the opponent’s eyes, suddenly exerting force.

Bang!

The Nine Suffering Demonic Monk’s head exploded into a bloody paste. A strong force rolled out and instantly crushed the Taoist body of the Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk. In the exploded flesh and blood mud, a cyan-black skull howled unwillingly and was about to fly out.

Benita glanced at the skull. The skeleton stopped in the air like a rabbit seeing a tiger. It trembled and dared not run away.