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

eye amongst the monochrome musings of the pitch-black clouds and moon

clear, that the crimson ball was just a cultivator with long, red

through the snow with great speed, giving the

as she recognized the red-haired cultivator, throwing a knowing gaze

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

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

to mention how the red-haired cultivator was notorious for

a lunatic by

critically sensitive timing was the last

appeared to be oblivious

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

through the

rumbled and murmured

“Ozul and Lilian…“

“Here you…“

“You guys…“

“Are…”

the rest of the cultivators inside the cave

exposing our whereabouts, who’s going to take

exclaimed as he

snowy ground rumbled, sending

fearing their lives from the

thoroughly annoyed by his nonchalant

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

you’re worried sick, let me do

I scouted the

a single soul within a hundred miles

no one sane would want to

you have any common

an important mission, if something goes wrong because of your

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