The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

In an instant, this disciple thought of what would happen to him.

Without Caspian’s help, Kuros Gate could tear him to pieces from top to bottom.

Moreover, it was one thing that he was dead, but the family he used to live in must suffer with him.

With this in mind, the disciple’s hair stood on end.

“Go ahead.

I’ll wait for you for 24 hours.

If your Sect Master doesn’t come, I’ll kill the people here first and then look for you,” Caspian said.

There was no need for Caspian to say more.

The eyes of the Kuros Gate disciples on the spot had already made it difficult for the disciple of Holy Land Realm to sit still, and he did not dare to delay at all.

After sending the Holy Land Realm cultivator away, Caspian sat cross-legged on the spot and meditated.

24 hours was the last chance he gave to Kuros Gate.

***

Just as Caspian was waiting, a mysterious cultivator came to Silver City that Caspian had been to before.

The cultivator was wrapped in a wide cloak, walking on the streets of Silver City in a hurry.

In the end, he stopped at the original location of Stranger’s Moon Cloth Shop.

By now, Stranger’s Moon Cloth Shop had already disappeared from the ground.

The only thing left was a big pit and a mess all over the ground.

In the past few days, many bold cultivators had taken the risk to try their luck and wanted to find some treasures left behind.

Unfortunately, the original treasure house had been moved away, leaving nothing behind.

Even so, there were still many people around.

They were pointing at the big pit and listening to the residents of the city who master of Heavenly Spirit Realm fight with their own eyes that day, telling them the specific process of the incident.

The cultivator in a cloak looked around while listening to the half-truths and halffake of the people around him, while carefully observing the big pit.

The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became.

he felt a warm

of jade on his wrist, which was slightly red at

deep look at the big pit and then turned

the cloak did not

the

a

out to

immediately. An eye looked at the

the cloak did not

arm and showed the jade stone on his wrist

shocked, and then the door opened. The cultivator

this moment, there were seven or eight cultivators standing in the yard behind

cultivators were all in Pulse Control

Their faces were full of panic, and anyone who saw them would feel pity for

the cloak coming over, they forced themselves to cheer up

walked up to these people and slowly

a young man with dark red

point where the veins and blood vessels could almost be

the cloak, a hot wave

Control Realm in the courtyard felt as if they were standing on the edge of a stove almost

that, but the grass under the red-haired young man’s feet immediately turned yellow and withered the moment

as if it

present saluted in

“Greetings, Fire Envoy…”

other than Vic Clinton, one of

his hand and said, “There’s no Fire Envoy now, only

going on this time? Who attacked the cloth

leader of these cultivators took a step forward and explained

was all based on rumors, which were far from

so, after hearing this, Vic

that man in an

“It’s true.

our own eyes,”

then asked, “Do you still remember what the man looks like

The cultivator

far from the cloth shop, so we saw it clearly.” The cultivator immediately described

was described was the appearance of Caspian

Vic’s expression changed.

was short of