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.

after, he felt a warm sensation on his

a piece of jade on his wrist, which was

he took another deep look at the

the cloak did not leave

the city and turned toward an

a while, he came to a shabby house where there

out to knock

An eye looked at the

in the cloak did

his arm and showed the jade stone on his

door opened. The cultivator in the cloak immediately flashed in, and

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

were all in Pulse

birds. Their faces were full of panic, and anyone who saw them would

coming over, they forced

walked up to these

a young

skin was very white, to the point where the veins and blood vessels

the cloak, a hot

in the courtyard felt as if they were standing on

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

black as if it had been roasted

saluted in

“Greetings, Fire Envoy…”

young man was none other than Vic Clinton, one of the

greetings, he waved his hand and said, “There’s

this time?

cultivators took a step

had heard on the street was all based on rumors,

after hearing this,

Spirit Realm cultivators were killed by that man in an instant?” Vic

“It’s true.

our own eyes,” the cultivator

then asked, “Do you still remember what

The cultivator

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

was the appearance of Caspian wearing All

Vic’s expression changed.

was short of