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

let go, for a total of 400 spirit stones, then

waiting on the spot with his arms

30 minutes, a spirit boat was seen speeding toward them from

at each other and saw surprise

a spirit boat However, they could not figure out why a family that could afford a spirit boat

much faster speed than a typical cultivator would

came to a halt about 20 feet away

boat’s cabin opened, a middle-aged man dressed in a long, black gown appeared and

dared lay a hand on my kin? You must have a

feet away from Caspian, the man suddenly drew

“You‘re dead!”

the sword’s beams swept down like a tidal

noise and ruthless murderous

in the ruckus as if

cried out

that fool was nothing but a first-stage cultivator of the Pulse Control

greatly disrespectful to her and Caspian as advanced

despite being a high-level member of the Simmons family, the man arrived and drew his sword with the intent to kill without first finding out the truth of the

as

instantly turned as thick and heavy

contrast with the lightness of the sword

black was stunned as he

not even make a move yet, but an unprecedented horror radiated from the bottom

if his crown was about

then reached out and snatched the

the man’s throat, then violently

light surrounded the sword,

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

it was as if the spirit boat that was

and sped off in the direction it came

“Help! Somebody help me!”

in black screamed in the direction of the escaping spirit