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.

secretly glanced at Caspian, and she

someone who

it was

was different from the Caspian she

when the girl with the neat fringe did not hesitate

fringe’s silhouette overlapped with a figure

Harper time not because he was touched

much luckier than

least, the girl that saved him

Caspian clenched the

time, and that battle should

that time, Harper was no longer crying, and

he gently unfastened the chain on the girl’s neck, and he softly

fringe, and he pulled her

it’s my turn to fight for my

the Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples saw Harper standing, they looked

could tell that Harper suffered an enormous blow

knew if he would

with nothing to worry about would be the most terrifying as their

looked at the Heavenly Stars Sect’s

Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples saw Harper’s face, they were taken aback, and some

the Glorious Dragon’s flame, and as his head was lowered the whole time, none of them noticed

he was more terrifying

hair was scorched, and the left half of his face was wrinkled

out of the

torn apart, and they

the Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples,

noticed that when the others looked at him, their

uttered sadly, “Please have a life-and-death battle

disciples behind him were in a commotion as if they wanted to say

careful of any possible tricks, but Caspian just waved his hand

“Sure.”

bury me

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

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

impossible,” Caspian

that, the Heavenly Stars Sect’s