Login via

The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 150

Moana watched as Zephyr’s body slammed to the ground.

Then, his body slightly trembled, and he once again spat out a mouthful of blood.

Using the Water-Breaker Machete to support himself, Moana took a few deep breaths before he felt slightly better.

Although Moana was full of vigor, his pulse was condensed, and the Heavenly Fiend Capsules gave him a great boost, the blow that Zephyr planned for a long time still caused Moana to be heavily injured.

Thankfully, it was Bolot.

If it were another warrior, he might have died a few times.

“This guy is indeed so hard to handle…” Moana let out a long sigh.

Then, Moana took off the storage pouch from Zephyr’s waist.

“I won’t fight anyone above my realm anymore… This is exhausting…”

As Moana spoke, his chest would vibrate, and it would hurt so severely that he almost passed out.

Nevertheless, he knew well that this was not the time to rest.

After all, Moana was not done killing the people who needed to be killed, and he was still waiting for their return.

***

After some time, Kevin, Keith, and the rest of the Lawrence family members that followed them to the forest returned, and all of them had a miserable look on their faces.

Even though they tried their best to run after Steven, they did not manage to catch up with her as Moana delayed them too long before that.

Hence, Steven escaped.

If that were the case, their scheme this time would be exposed, and the only way out was to leave quickly.

Before the group of people in Evergreen Town found out and rushed over, they would need to flee as fast as possible.

At the thought of how luck was initially on their side, yet they ended up needing to escape like unwanted strays because of Moana’s appearance, Kevin gnashed his teeth so hard that they almost broke.

At this tim, Keith was also gritting his teeth, and he said, “I hope Nathalia isn’t dead yet.

I must torture him a few times while he’s still alive.”

“I want him to suffer so badly that he’ll wish he’s dead!” Ashton’s voice was extremely grim.

The wounds on his hand had been bandaged, but as Moana had cut off several of his fingers, he would never be able to hold a sword with this hand.

Whether it was the humiliation or injuries Moana caused him, Ashton had tens of thousands of reasons to torture him.

Soon, Ashton snorted.

“I hope Master Zephyr didn’t kill him but only heavily injured him.”

Since Steven escaped, everyone’s resentment could only be directed to Bolot.

After walking out of the forest, Kevin looked around, and he frowned.

“What’s going on? Where are Walter and Lincoln?”

Walter and Lincoln Lawrence were the two men that he arranged to assist Zephyr.

“Master Zephyr’s missing too! Did they leave before us?” Keith also asked, puzzled.

“Something’s not right!” Kevin violently waved his hand, and his face darkened.

“There’ s a smell of blood…”

Keith was surprised by Kevin’s reaction, and when he heard Kevin’s words, he could not help but laugh out loud.

”Master Zephyr killed Nathalia, so there’s naturally a smell of blood.

What’s so surprising?”

Not only Keith, but the rest of the men thought Kevin was somewhat overreacting too.

At this time, a calm voice came from the shrubbery beside.

“Oh, so these two guys were Walter and Lincoln!”

Then, two heads rolled out from the shrub.

When everyone heard what he said, their expressions immediately changed.

“It’s Nathalia!” Kevin gasped, and he swiftly slapped at the shrubbery violently.

Bang!

The shrubbery instantly exploded, and among the broken branches and falling leaves, a black thing suddenly flew at Kevin.

“That’s for you!”

Kevin received, and a strong whiff of blood rushed into his nostrils.

He lowered his head to look, and his face was instantly ashen.

Comments

The readers' comments on the novel: The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell