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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 332

“I must kill him into pieces and smash him into nothing!” Miles gritted his teeth hard, and the muscles on his face were twisted.

“I don’t think there’s a need for you to do that,” at that time, an eerie voice sounded from the side, filled with contempt, “If you go, you’ll only embarrass yourself again.”

“Who said that!” Miles immediately fumed with rage, and he stood straight like a statue, roaring angrily in the direction of the sound.

However, as soon as Miles saw the speaker, his fury was immediately extinguished, and his mouth trembled, but he did not say another word.

The person who spoke just now was a pale-faced slender girl with neatly-combed bangs.

The girl’s shiny and black hair draped down, and she was terrifyingly petite.

Moreover, she had a deadly aura around her, causing others to tremble at the sight of her.

Yet, the strangest part was the black collar around the girl‘s neck which had a thin chain, and its end extended into Harper’s sleeve.

The girl who shut Miles up with just a glance was just like a dog, chained to Harper‘s hand using a leash!

“Stop with the nonsense!” Harper looked at the crowd, and everyone immediately quietened.

Then, he continued, “Since Jayden, Yuri, and the others aren’t here yet, we don’t need to wait for them anymore.

If they manage to come here when the entrance opens later, they’ll naturally enter.

Moreover, if your injuries are fine, then don’t waste any more time and follow me.”

“I’m fine!” Miles directly shouted.

His arm was still badly swollen, and blood was slowly oozing out from the torn skin.

Nevertheless, at the thought of the humiliation he suffered, the pain was nothing.

“I‘m alright too,” Wayne replied as he covered his chest.

Not long after he said that he coughed, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Among them, Wayne suffered the most.

Not only was his longsword ruined, Caspian even punched his chest hard, almost killing him instantly.

At that time, it took extreme effort for Wayne to stand.

However, as one of the best among the Ninth Sacred Sect’s apprentices, he must force himself and could not afford to retreat.

Jeremy was worse.

The hatred in his eyes almost materialized, turning into blood and flowing furiously.

As Caspian immediately blasted Jeremy‘s right palm, it was not carefully bandaged, and the blood-stained appearance was extremely terrifying.

Nonetheless, Jeremy seemed unbothered, and he glanced at Harper.

“Harper, don’t you worry about it.

Once we enter the Hopeful Woman Mountain, we won’t disappoint you again.”

“Since that’s the case, let’s go in as the entrance is about to close.

If we miss this chance, we’ll have to wait for another day.” Harper did not seem to care about his fellow juniors’ injuries, and after saying that, he took the black-haired girl and leaped onto the mountain trail.

Miles and the other glanced at each other, gritted their teeth, and led the remaining Ninth Sacred Sect’s disciples to rush into the mountain.

As for the disciples from other smaller sects, they waited until the Heavenly Stars Sect and Ninth Sacred Sect’s disciples entered before bolting into the Hopeful Woman Mountain.

Later, the originally noisy scene became empty and fell into silence.

Finally, as the last cultivator entered the mountain, the surging miasma slowly rotated, covering the passage to the mountain again.

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