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 to their

powerful

Lilian with a

whilst casually flicking specks of red goo off his fingertips, filling the air with

bitterly, “Fine, what

answer from the

for?” The red-haired

hung low, bitterness seeped through

South Earlington, it was true that they were the top ten in the wanted list, but they still had decent lives, seeing as no

up to that person, they thought they would be leveled in

did not expect to be defeated in an

people who were dead and

of Efrax and seek vengeance, but they

not be able to handle the series of blows they had

Ozul and Lilian

did not want to

the trap they set up in the Hopeful Woman Mountain, how it was broken by the mere

and humiliation

The red-haired man found their responses to be

that’s the case, you should both come with me from

Ozul picked his head

trash like yourselves would

the nation‘s official religion election! Outer disciple, do you understand? It’s their outer disciple, Pulse Control Realm in double! You bunch of

yelled whilst pointing his fingers

dared

way the man did, they would have murdered

standing before them was a man of a whole other level, a man that was

but to swallow their

you follow your original plan,

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

course, there’s another way,