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.

gazes as they were both shaken to their

powerful and capable the red-haired man

man turned around, facing Ozul and Lilian with a

asked whilst casually flicking specks of red goo off his fingertips,

“Fine, what exactly

want an answer from the both of

The

hung low, bitterness seeped through their

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

they would be leveled

did not expect to be defeated in an

half of the people who were dead and injured, they almost

seek vengeance, but they were once again faced with another

handle the

Ozul and Lilian nodded

did not want to settle

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

and humiliation engulfed

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

case, you should both come with me

head up in

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

outer disciples of the six major sects are joining the 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 a bunch of sacrifices, you

yelled whilst pointing his

them dared to talk

else who talked to them the way the man did, they would

whole other level, a man that was

had no choice but to swallow

follow your original

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

course, there’s another way,