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.

long after, he felt a warm sensation on

saw a piece of jade on

look at the big pit and then turned to

cultivator in the cloak did

in the city and turned

he came to a shabby house where there were

reached out to knock on the

eye looked at the cloaked

in the cloak

he raised his arm and showed the jade stone on his wrist to

the door opened. The cultivator

moment, there were seven or eight cultivators

were all in Pulse

they were cultivators, they were all like frightened birds. Their faces were full of panic, and anyone who saw them

the cultivator in the cloak coming over, they forced themselves to cheer up and stood

cultivator in the cloak walked up to these

the cloak was a young man with dark red

young man’s skin was very white, to the point where the veins and blood vessels

lifted the cloak, a hot wave rushed

Realm in the courtyard felt as if they were standing on the edge of

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

as if it had been roasted

saluted

“Greetings, Fire Envoy…”

none other than Vic Clinton, one of the four

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

time? Who attacked the

cultivators took a step forward and explained

Vic had heard on the street was all based on rumors, which

hearing this, Vic frowned

Spirit Realm cultivators were killed by that man in

“It’s true.

saw it with our own eyes,”

for a while and then asked, “Do you still remember what the man looks like and what

The cultivator nodded

that time, we were not far from the cloth shop, so we saw it clearly.” The cultivator immediately described

described was the appearance of Caspian

Vic’s expression changed.

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