The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“Oh, my bad! That wasn’t directed toward you.” The red-haired man said as he looked at him.

“You’re just a maggot… A maggot that I won’t even bother stepping on!”

The man stared back in disdain, thinking that he was just another show off with mediocre abilities.

However, he quickly realized that he was being played around like a circus monkey.

“Son of a b*tch! You’re trying to die? Thousand Spirits Claws!” The man with the top hat roared, raging bloodshot through their eyes as his hands sprang out of his sleeves.

They were pitch black-like branches of a dead tree, claws of the phantom.

He sprang toward the red-haired man as if clawing his guts out.

The red-haired man hummed as he swung his arms up like he chased a fly away.

His god-like speed was not caught on by anyone on the scene.

What happened next was a loud thud, followed by the head of the man, along with his top head exploding in front of everyone.

Thick, red lava gushed onto the ground, spurted into the flames, exuding a burnt, rotten fume.

“Ha, maggot!” The red-haired man chuckled coldly, pointing his finger at the decapitated body.

It slumped onto the ground with a thud and a river of crimson flowed out of the gaping neck where the head once was.

The air inside the cave shifted, frozen in an instant.

The group of dark cu ltivators who, moments ago, were filled with rage toward the red-haired man, became completely paralyzed with fear.

Some even became wobbly as dread took over their body.

The man with the top hat’s power was ranked third below Ozul and Lilian.

His brain was blown up within seconds without even putting up a fight.

Lilian exchanged gazes as they were both shaken

struggled to fathom how powerful and capable

facing Ozul and Lilian with a smile on his face,

of red goo off his fingertips, filling

chuckled bitterly, “Fine, what

want an answer from the both of

for?” The red-haired man looked them

heads hung low, bitterness seeped

the top ten in the wanted list, but they still had decent lives, seeing as no one tried to seek

would be leveled

not expect to be defeated

half of the people who were dead and

to the Earlington of Efrax and seek vengeance, but they were once again

not be able to handle the

pause, Ozul and

they did not want to settle for

the Hopeful Woman Mountain, how it was broken by the mere

and humiliation

right, you should never settle.” The red-haired man

should both come with

his head

die? Do you think a bunch of trash like yourselves would succeed in anything with your sh*tty plans?” The red-haired man

Outer disciple, do you understand? It’s their outer disciple, Pulse Control Realm in double! You bunch of people are repulsive and incompetent, if you blindly follow their orders, you’d just become a bunch of sacrifices, you probably wouldn’t even know how you were

yelled whilst pointing his fingers

them dared

else who talked to them the way

a whole other level, a man

but to swallow

you follow your original plan, you’ll just end up

six major sect disciples or you’ll die by

another way, follow