The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Harper’s roars echoed in the cave, and his voice was filled with despair, anger, indignation, heartbreak, and countless emotions.

Soon, one after another, scenes from his memories appeared in Harper’s mind.

“This girl has the Death Perception, and she’s born with the ability to communicate with the netherworld.

From now onward, she’s yours,” Harper’s master said.

The chubby-cheeked girl in front of him was tiny and adorable, looking about five years old.

“Harper…”

‘She’s just a tool to help me reach the peak,’ Harper thought, and he was only about seven at that time.

From that day onward, they were connected with a thin chain, one end on the girl’s neck and the other end in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years passed.

Over the past ten years, Harper grew taller and stronger, and he gradually became the best among the Ninth Sacred Sect’s apprentices.

On the other hand, the girl in his hand got stronger, but her figure did not change drastically, and only her fringe proved her growth.

In those ten years, they practiced together and improved their realms together.

Along their journey, the girl helped him a lot and gave him every possible help.

Moreover, the girl was quiet, and she just blindly followed Harper’s orders.

Hence, Harper only thought that the girl was nothing more than his murder weapon, and the only remarkable thing about her was her ability to make formations, which was something the Ninth Sacred Sect was not good at.

Nonetheless, Harper finally understood that the girl he regarded as a tool and could easily be replaced held such a vital position in his heart.

Harper cried, bawled, and sobbed as he recalled all of the memories.

Finally, he hugged the girl’s corpse tightly, as if her only remains in the world would disappear if he let go.

Maya watched from afar, and her expression slightly changed.

As a girl, Maya’s thoughts were naturally more detailed than the group of male disciples.

From Harper’s actions, she could already feel his grief, but what was she supposed to say? Even if Maya was influenced by Harper’s sadness, they were still enemies, mortal enemies.

at Caspian, and

who would never show

stopped everyone from moving forward, and it was obvious that Caspian was giving

from the Caspian

Maya did not know was when the girl with the neat fringe

the neat fringe’s silhouette overlapped with a figure

he was touched or regretful

much

girl that saved him without

Caspian

gave Harper enough time, and that battle

Harper was no longer crying, and his eyes flashed with

chain on the girl’s neck, and he softly uttered, “This is the freedom that you‘ve always wanted

the neat fringe, and he pulled her tightly into his embrace before standing

turn to fight

disciples

could tell that Harper suffered an enormous blow and

such circumstances, no one knew if he would do something

would be the most terrifying as their combat power would usually

looked at the

face, they were taken aback,

his head was lowered the

everyone thought he was more terrifying than

hair was scorched, and the left half of his face was wrinkled like a burnt orange

but Harper‘s eyeballs bulged out of the twisted muscles, and the veins wriggled like

mouth torn apart, and they could even

swept his gaze across the Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples, and finally, it fell on

at him, their

uttered sadly, “Please have a

if they wanted to say

possible tricks,

“Sure.”

l die, please bury me with her,” Harper

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

deal with me however you want, but let go of the Ninth Sacred Sect’s disciples behind me,”

Caspian shook his

do that, the Heavenly Stars Sect’s ancestors won’t