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.

pause, a dazzling beam of light

crimson glow drew closer as it

stood out like a sore eye amongst the monochrome musings of the pitch-black clouds and moon shone

rubbing their eyes clear, that the crimson ball was just a cultivator with

great speed, giving

Lilian’s brows knotted as she recognized the

here?” Ozul’s face darkened as his gaze

leader, they each had their duties and rarely crossed paths

how the red-haired cultivator was notorious for being a

called a

at that critically sensitive timing was the last thing Ozul

to be oblivious to

approached in a welcoming manner and laughed, “Haha! Ozul and Lilian, here

the

mountains rumbled and murmured

“Ozul and Lilian…“

“Here you…“

“You guys…“

“Are…”

that moment, Ozul, Lilian, and the rest of the cultivators

our whereabouts, who’s going to take

red-haired cultivator exclaimed as he hopped mid-air and landed heavily like a rock with

snowy ground rumbled, sending a

their lives from

Ozul was thoroughly annoyed

to fuck off?” The red-haired cultivator crossed his arms as he chuckled

sick, let me

I

not a single soul within a hundred

to hang out

common

of your carelessness, do you think

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