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.

also felt his scalp tingling

killing people was too strange

naturally knew that scratching would only make him

all over his body was even more unbearable

Poison Sect! You’re Steve Merlo from

Poison Sect!”

saw the name in the

established in the Middle Earlington area 100 years

living people to experiment with newly refined poisons, the Mountwave Sect, one of the six major sects, eradicated them about 30

was eradicated, a small number of Blood Poison Sect’s evil cultivators escaped, and they were

Blood

his identity was exposed, Steve was

“Now that you know my identity, don’t

was stunned, and

was good at poisoning, and a strange poison obviously poisoned the leader of

it was naturally impossible for him to attend today’s dinner as he needed

must at least

must have drank the

water in the palace was poisoned, the food and wine present would

that thought, almost all the mortals on the scene turned

fingers in their

sect cultivators also

they were naturally

the so-called invincibility to poisons was only

they would inevitably be in slight trouble if their realm

saw everyone’s

guessed it…

could finish his sentence, someone among the

chaos, he fell to the ground and scratched his

on himself with the first scratch, and on the second stroke onward, the flesh on the official’s

smell of blood

different directions in the

flash, they scratched themselves into bloody