The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Before Caspian could say anything, the Holy Land Realm cultivator impersonating Phillip said, “The dead don’t need to know who we are!”

His voice was sharp and muffled behind his mask, causing a harsh and unpleasant sound as if someone brushed the bottom of a pot with an iron brush.

The leader of the imperial guards held a long spear and stood in front of the emperor, shouting angrily, “How dare you! The sect immortals are here, and you’ve no right to spurt nonsense!”

The Holy Land Realm cultivator impersonating Phillip scoffed and uttered, “How weak! Death is already knocking on your door, yet you’re still so senseless.”

“What?!” The head of the imperial guards was stunned.

The next moment, he felt his chin itch.

The irritation came very quickly, and it swiftly spread to both cheeks, his head, and all over his body! It felt like countless ants crawled wildly under his skin!

The leader of the imperial guards stretched out his hand and scratched his face.

However, just as he was about to do so, the flesh of his cheek was pulled off, revealing his gums.

Moreover, even though his flesh fell off, the itching did not stop.

Instead, it became worse than before.

In an instant, the imperial guard wailed in horror as he tried to remove his armor with force.

At the same time, he could not stop himself from scratching himself everywhere, and his flesh turned into pieces with just a touch.

In the blink of an eye, the leader of the imperial guards actually tore off all the flesh on his body, turning it into a skeleton soaked in blood before dying miserably.

In his eyes, there was incomparable horror and disbelief.

The entire process happened at a strange speed.

For the mortals, they watched the terrifying scene where it only took only a few seconds for an adult to be torn off all the flesh, turning him into blood and bones.

The tragic scene, combined with the leader’s hoarse screams, suddenly changed the expressions of all the civil and military officials present, and they stared at the cultivator impersonating Phillip with a terrified gaze.

The four monks who were like ghosts in the night suddenly became more menacing and chilling.

felt his scalp tingling after

of killing people was too strange

army naturally knew that scratching would only make him

itching feeling all over his body was even

the crowd, “Blood Poison Sect! You’re Steve Merlo from the Blood

Poison Sect!” Caspian

the Heavenly

established in the Middle Earlington

cultivators were ruthless and often used living people to experiment with newly refined poisons, the Mountwave Sect, one of the

a small number of Blood Poison

best figures among the Blood Poison Sect surviving

when his identity was exposed, Steve

that you know my identity, don’t

and then their expressions changed

and a

imperial guards, it was naturally impossible for him to attend

at

the poisoned water before

water in the palace was poisoned, the food and

almost all the mortals on the

people even stuck their fingers in their throats,

also started

they were naturally stronger than

so-called invincibility to poisons

Sect’s poisons were all aimed at cultivators, they would inevitably be in slight trouble if their realm was not enough and the poison used by the other party was

he saw everyone’s

all guessed it… If

his sentence, someone among the officials suddenly let out a

the chaos, he fell to the ground and scratched his face and

first scratch, and on the second stroke onward, the flesh on the official’s face and arms slipped off like rotten fruit

smell of blood instantly

in the crowd as several other

a flash, they scratched themselves into bloody