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.

his scalp tingling after watching the

killing people was

knew that

over his body

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

Poison Sect!” Caspian was

in the

a small sect established in the Middle Earlington area 100 years

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

Poison Sect’s evil cultivators escaped, and

Steve, he was one of the best figures among the Blood Poison Sect surviving members, and he

identity was exposed, Steve was

“Now that you know my identity, don’t you regret what you just

and

and a strange poison obviously poisoned the

of the imperial guards, it was naturally impossible for him to attend today’s dinner as he needed to maintain

must at least drink

the poisoned

the food and wine present would

thought, almost all the mortals

their fingers

also started

cultivators, they were naturally stronger

invincibility to poisons

they would inevitably be in slight trouble if their realm

everyone’s reactions, Steve

that you’ve all guessed

finish his sentence, someone among the officials suddenly let out a

he fell to the ground and scratched his face and

second stroke onward, the flesh on the official’s face and arms slipped off

of blood instantly

came from different directions in

they scratched themselves