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 the

around, facing Ozul and Lilian with a smile on his

casually flicking specks of red goo off his

chuckled bitterly, “Fine, what exactly

want an answer from the both

settling for?” The red-haired man looked

Lilian’s heads hung low,

that they were the top ten in the wanted list, but they still had decent lives, seeing as no

they thought they would be leveled in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, or at the very least, the Holy

expect to be defeated in

the half of the people who were

determined to return to the Earlington of Efrax and seek vengeance, but they were once again faced with another

average person would not be able to handle the series of blows

pause, Ozul and

they did not want to settle

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

humiliation engulfed

should never settle.” The red-haired man found their responses

“If that’s the case, you should

his head up in

think a bunch of trash like yourselves

nation‘s official religion election! 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

his fingers at each of the dark

them dared to talk

were anyone else who talked to them the way the man did, they would have murdered their

a man of a whole other level, a man that was

choice but to

you follow your original plan,

of the six major sect disciples or you’ll die by my hands.” The red-haired man did not bother hiding his

course, there’s another