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

of jade on his wrist, which was slightly red at

took another deep look at the big pit and then

the cultivator in the cloak

in the city and turned toward an

while, he came to a shabby house where there were few

out to knock on

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

cultivator in the

he raised his arm and showed the jade stone on

and then the door opened. The cultivator in

moment, there were seven or eight

all in

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

over, they forced themselves to cheer

to these people and slowly lifted the

was a young man with dark red

point where the veins

the

felt as if they were standing on the edge of a

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

black as if it had been roasted

present saluted

“Greetings, Fire Envoy…”

none other than Vic Clinton, one of the four envoys of Valdis

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

going on this time? Who attacked the cloth

took a step forward and explained the

heard on the street was all based on rumors,

after hearing

cultivators were killed by that man in an instant?” Vic asked in a

“It’s true.

our own eyes,” the cultivator

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

cultivator nodded

far from the cloth shop,

described was the appearance of Caspian wearing All Life

Vic’s expression changed.

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