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

a piece of jade on his wrist, which was

deep look at the big

in the cloak did

in the city and turned

a shabby house where there were

and reached out to knock on the

immediately. An eye looked at the cloaked cultivator through the gap in

cultivator in the cloak did not

his arm and showed the jade stone

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

seven or eight cultivators standing

cultivators were all in Pulse

were all like frightened birds. Their faces were full of panic,

they forced themselves to cheer

cultivator in the cloak walked up to these people and slowly lifted

a young man with dark

the point where the veins and blood vessels could almost

moment he lifted the cloak, a hot wave rushed

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

feet immediately turned yellow and withered the moment he

it turned black as if it

present saluted in

“Greetings, Fire Envoy…”

man was none other than Vic Clinton,

said, “There’s no Fire Envoy

time?

cultivators took a step forward and explained the

had heard on the street was all based on

after hearing

were killed by that man in an instant?” Vic

“It’s true.

our own

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

The cultivator nodded

that time, we were not far from the cloth shop,

was described was the appearance of Caspian wearing

Vic’s expression changed.

short of