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.

a

jade on his wrist, which was slightly red at

this scene, he took another deep look at

in the cloak did not

he made several turns in the city and turned

came to a shabby house where there

out to knock on the

the cloaked cultivator

the cloak

and showed the jade stone on his wrist to

in the eye was obviously shocked, and then the door opened. The cultivator in the cloak immediately flashed in, and the door

seven or eight cultivators standing in the yard behind

were all in Pulse

like frightened birds. Their faces were full

cloak coming over, they

the cloak walked up to these people and slowly lifted

the cloak was a young

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

lifted the cloak,

Pulse Control Realm in the courtyard felt as if they

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

turned black as if it

present saluted in

“Greetings, Fire Envoy…”

red-haired young man was none other than Vic Clinton, one of the four envoys

the greetings, he waved his hand and said, “There’s no Fire

this time? Who attacked

leader of these cultivators took a

on the street was all based on rumors, which were far from

hearing this, Vic frowned even

that man in an instant?” Vic

“It’s true.

our own

for a while and then asked, “Do you still remember what

The cultivator nodded

not far from the cloth shop, so we saw it

described was the appearance of Caspian

Vic’s expression changed.

short of