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 sensation on his

of jade on his wrist, which was slightly

at

cloak

made several turns in the city and turned toward

to a shabby house where there

and reached out to knock on

looked at the cloaked cultivator through

the

jade stone on his wrist to

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

moment, there were seven or eight cultivators standing in the

cultivators were all in Pulse Control

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

in the cloak coming over, they forced themselves

the cloak walked up to these people and slowly

the cloak was a young man with

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

moment he lifted the cloak,

felt as if they were standing on the edge of a

grass under the red-haired young man’s feet immediately

it turned black as if it had been roasted

present saluted in

“Greetings, Fire Envoy…”

none other than Vic Clinton, one of the

the greetings, he waved his hand and said,

time? Who attacked the cloth

these cultivators took a step forward and

had heard on the street was all

so, after hearing

by that man in an instant?” Vic

“It’s true.

with our own eyes,” the cultivator

“Do you still remember what the man looks like and what kind of magical

The cultivator nodded

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

described was the appearance of Caspian wearing All Life

Vic’s expression changed.

short of