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.

as they were

struggled to fathom how powerful and capable the

man turned around, facing Ozul and Lilian with a smile on his face, “Can we talk

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

what exactly

from

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

low, bitterness seeped through

the wanted list, but they

to that person, they thought they would be leveled in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, or

did not expect to be defeated in an

mind the half of the people who were dead and

and seek vengeance, but they were once again faced with

able to handle the series of

long, heavy pause, Ozul and Lilian

course, they did not want to settle

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

humiliation engulfed

The red-haired man found

the case, you should both

his head

a bunch of trash like yourselves would succeed in anything with your sh*tty

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

whilst pointing his fingers at each of

them dared to talk

who talked to them the way

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

choice but

follow your original plan, you’ll just end up

major sect disciples or you’ll die by my hands.” The red-haired man did

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