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

bright ball of crimson glow drew closer as it flew toward

the monochrome musings of the pitch-black clouds and moon shone

the crimson

great speed, giving the illusion of

Lilian’s brows knotted as she recognized the red-haired

face darkened as his gaze pierced with doubt

they were under the same leader, they each had their duties and rarely

to mention how the red-haired cultivator was notorious

called a

that critically sensitive timing was

to be oblivious to

manner and laughed, “Haha! Ozul and Lilian, here you

voice echoed through the

rumbled and

“Ozul and Lilian…“

“Here you…“

“You guys…“

“Are…”

Ozul, Lilian, and the rest of

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

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

ground rumbled, sending a vibration through everyone’s

carefully, fearing their lives from the

was thoroughly annoyed by

want me to fuck off?” The red-haired cultivator crossed his

sick, let me do you

you arrived, I

not a single soul within a

no one sane would want to hang out in this godforsaken mountain

you have any common sense?!”

because of your carelessness, do you think you’ll be spared?” She

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