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.

and Lilian exchanged gazes as they were both shaken to

to fathom how powerful and

man turned around, facing Ozul and Lilian with

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

what exactly

from

really what you’re settling for?” The red-haired man looked

low, bitterness seeped through

the top ten in the wanted list, but

up to that person, they thought they would be leveled in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, or at the very least,

not expect to be defeated in

were dead and injured, they almost did

Efrax and seek vengeance, but they

handle the

pause, Ozul

not want to

up in the Hopeful Woman Mountain, how

humiliation

should never settle.” The red-haired man

nodded, “If that’s the case, you should both come

picked his head up in an instant,

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

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

yelled whilst pointing his fingers

them dared to

the way the man did, they would

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

choice but

your original plan, you’ll just end

in the hands of the six major sect disciples or you’ll die by my hands.” The red-haired man

course, there’s another