The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel - Chapter 86

The billowing sword light exuded an intense killing intent, and the surrounding Lawrence family members retreated as they were instinctively terrified. One of the elders on the high platform abruptly stood, and he showed a surprised expression. "Ashton mastered the Raging Soul Swordsmanship until this level?" Behind the veil, Jamie's eyes flickered with nervousness, worry, suspicions, shock, fear, and such emotions. She tightly gripped on her armrest until her fingers went pale.

"Tut…" Omas raised his hand as he chortled. Slap! A ball of fire exploded on the Flame Sword, and the billowing sword light dispersed instantly. Ashton only felt a strong force following his shoulder to his arm. Then, it shook his entire body until he went numb, and he watched as his Flame Sword escaped his hand. "How's that possible?!" Ashton roared in anger in his heart. Not only him, the people around the arena, on the high platform, and behind the veil widened their eyes and mouth.

They had never seen such a scene before. "Didn't you say you' re great?" When Omas's voice came, Ashton also heard an ear-splitting sound. The next second, a loud thud sounded, and Ashton's body flew out His right cheek was swollen, and there was also a bloody wound similar to his left cheek. He was instantly dumbfounded by the sudden pain on his cheeks. The Earth-Grade martial skill that he was proud of was easily defeated by his opponent's willow stick.

"How is that possible?!" Ashton's heart surged with endless rage, and he roared as he glared at Edgar, "I won't let you go!" "Do you only know how to brag? Hurry up and admit defeat. You're wasting my time! Do you know that!" Omas's voice was louder than Ashton's, and it was deafening. Not only that, he even took a step forward as he raised the willow stick in his hand, drawing it at Ashton's head and face.

It seemed as if Omas attacked and whipped Ashton randomly, but even the fifth-stage True Martial Realm Ashton was struck each time. He could not avoid it at all! Ashton raised his hands, wanting to block himself. Soon, a loud slap could be heard, and his arm bled. Ashton wanted to retreat, but his legs were immediately whipped until they bled. A swooshing sound came when he tried to turn around and escape, and his shirt tore open.