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.

a dazzling beam of

ball of crimson glow drew closer as it

the monochrome musings of the pitch-black

realized moments later after rubbing their eyes clear, that the crimson ball was just a cultivator with long,

great speed, giving the illusion of a ball of red

recognized the red-haired cultivator, throwing a knowing gaze

know we’re here?” Ozul’s face darkened as

same leader, they each had their duties and rarely crossed paths

notorious

was called a

sensitive timing was the last thing Ozul

to be oblivious

a welcoming manner and laughed, “Haha! Ozul and Lilian,

through the mountains,

and

“Ozul and Lilian…“

“Here you…“

“You guys…“

“Are…”

and the rest of the cultivators

who’s going

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

rumbled, sending a vibration

fearing their lives from

off!” Ozul was thoroughly annoyed

to fuck off?” The red-haired cultivator

you’re worried sick, let

you arrived, I scouted the

not a single soul within a hundred miles

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

any common sense?!”

is an important mission, if something goes wrong because of

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