The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 556

Ozul was spiteful for a reason.

He used to have a delicate and feminine feature, and he was always proud of it.

Nothing was more precious to him other than his looks.

However, his face was heavily disfigured by the bomb that was set up by Caspian.

Even though he managed to recover physically, thanks to his powerful abilities as a capable cultivator, the explosion did cause him to suffer a great deal.

His meridian was harmed, causing his face unable to recover fully.

Half of Ozul’s cheeks were rough like orange skin.

For him, having a mutilated face was worse than death itself.

He made an oath to seek vengeance on the disciples of Heavenly Stars Sect, making sure they never see the light of day ever again.

Standing next to Ozul was Liliana.

She looked calm, but a frozen rage pierced through her eyes, sending chills down one’s spine.

The damage brought by Caspian and Xander upon Ozul was mostly surface level.

Lilian on the other hand, woke up with excruciating pain every night.

Her body was perforated by swords and blasted by explosives, causing profound damage to her meridian.

Despite evading death and recovering from her injuries, Lilian’s body was still not healed.

The internal damage she suffered brought an immeasurable pain to her abdomen, like burning metal rods snarling at her insides.

The spot where it hurt the most was where Xander pierced through with his sword.

“I’ll make it if I finish off every one of the Heavenly Stars Sect this time, no exception!” Lilian swore silently to the Gods.

Silence fell upon both of them as they watched the blizzard from a distance.

long, pregnant pause, a dazzling beam of light struck upon

ball of crimson glow drew closer as

eye amongst the monochrome

the crimson

snow with great speed,

the red-haired cultivator, throwing a

we’re here?” Ozul’s face darkened as his gaze pierced

they each had their duties and rarely crossed paths

notorious for being a bit of an odd

a lunatic by

at that critically sensitive timing was the last thing Ozul and

cultivator appeared to be oblivious to their

in a welcoming manner and laughed,

voice echoed through the

rumbled and

“Ozul and Lilian…“

“Here you…“

“You guys…“

“Are…”

of the cultivators inside the cave

exposing our whereabouts, who’s going to take accountability if the

be responsible!” The red-haired cultivator exclaimed as he hopped mid-air and landed heavily like a

sending a vibration

their lives

was thoroughly annoyed by his nonchalant

The red-haired cultivator crossed his arms

sick, let me

arrived, I

single soul within a

would want to hang out in this godforsaken

any common

of

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