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

way of killing people

of the imperial army naturally knew that scratching would only make him

body was even more

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

Sect!” Caspian was

the name in the Heavenly

a small sect established in the Middle Earlington

living people to experiment with newly refined poisons, the Mountwave

a small number of Blood Poison Sect’s evil

among the Blood Poison Sect surviving members, and he was also a sect elder

was exposed, Steve was

you know my identity, don’t you regret what you

and then their

at poisoning, and a strange poison obviously poisoned the

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

he must at

must have drank the poisoned

poisoned, the food and wine present would surely

the mortals on

even stuck their fingers in their

also started to

were naturally

poisons was only

at cultivators, they would inevitably be in slight trouble if

he saw everyone’s reactions, Steve

that you’ve all guessed it… If that’s

someone among the officials

the ground and

scratch, and on the second stroke onward, the flesh on

of blood

sounds came from different directions in the crowd as several other officials and generals fell to the

they scratched themselves into bloody