The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The other Simmons men who charged toward Caspian and Maya before were now frozen in their tracks.

Every one of their faces manifested shock, terror, and confusion.

To the men, the change in Caspian’s demeanor from his earlier composure was too great.

He handed over the fedulings with such calm just moments before, but he stood with his foot on a man’s face and demanded a ridiculous amount of spirit stones, which were much more valuable.

“You… You… You…”

The man with the mole on his cheek stammered nervously.

He wanted to say threatening words, but he could not even spit out a complete sentence at that moment.

“Stop mumbling and hand over the money!” Caspian snapped, then landed his hand on the man’s cheek and sent him falling to the ground.

The man felt like he was run into by a giant, raging beast.

His vision went dark, and a wave of blood gushed up his throat.

His entire body felt like all his bones were being crushed as he lay motionless on the ground.

The remaining Simmons men felt a chill at the sight before them.

They snapped back to reality and screamed in terror as they scattered in different directions in a panicked frenzy.

“Trying to run?” Caspian said with a cold smile, then stepped forward.

Caspian’s skills and techniques were a thousand times more advanced than that of the scurrying Simmons men.

In an instant, apart from the one man that he let go on purpose, the other Simmons family members were swiftly smacked to the ground and dragged back to the checkpoint, stacked into a pile of limp bodies.

“Are you planning on making them pay a ransom for these men?” Maya asked.

They were not on Heavenly Stars Sect’s territory at that moment.

If they got in trouble, it would not be easy to settle things.

Handsome, who squatted on Caspian’s shoulder, could not help but roll his eyes at the sight of Maya’s concerned expression.

not for Maya’s presence, he would have

and said, “That’s up to the head of the Simmons

head behaved well and paid 50 spirit stones per head for the seven men, as well as the one that was let go, for a total of 400 spirit stones,

the

than 30 minutes, a spirit boat was seen speeding

Maya glanced at each other and saw

be wealthy enough to own a spirit boat However, they could not figure out why a

a much faster speed than a

came to a halt about 20 feet away

man dressed in a long, black gown

hand on my kin? You must have a death wish!” bellowed the man as he continued

five feet away from Caspian, the man suddenly drew his sword

“You‘re dead!”

the sword’s beams swept down

ruthless murderous

enveloped in the ruckus as if he was moments away from being shredded to

you!” Maya cried out as she watched

nothing but a first-stage cultivator of the

behavior was greatly disrespectful to

the man arrived and drew his sword with the intent to kill without first finding out the

his eyes just as Maya

turned

darkness was in complete contrast with the lightness

stunned as he felt

a move yet, but an unprecedented horror radiated from the bottom of the man’s

as if his crown was about

out and snatched the

grabbed the man’s throat, then

light surrounded the sword, then slashed down in a fountain of

thighs, and what followed was a shrill cry of pure agony from the man

if the spirit boat that was stopped not too far away shook

the boat turned and sped

“Help! Somebody help me!”

in the