The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 556

Ozul was spiteful for a reason.

He used to have a delicate and feminine feature, and he was always proud of it.

Nothing was more precious to him other than his looks.

However, his face was heavily disfigured by the bomb that was set up by Caspian.

Even though he managed to recover physically, thanks to his powerful abilities as a capable cultivator, the explosion did cause him to suffer a great deal.

His meridian was harmed, causing his face unable to recover fully.

Half of Ozul’s cheeks were rough like orange skin.

For him, having a mutilated face was worse than death itself.

He made an oath to seek vengeance on the disciples of Heavenly Stars Sect, making sure they never see the light of day ever again.

Standing next to Ozul was Liliana.

She looked calm, but a frozen rage pierced through her eyes, sending chills down one’s spine.

The damage brought by Caspian and Xander upon Ozul was mostly surface level.

Lilian on the other hand, woke up with excruciating pain every night.

Her body was perforated by swords and blasted by explosives, causing profound damage to her meridian.

Despite evading death and recovering from her injuries, Lilian’s body was still not healed.

The internal damage she suffered brought an immeasurable pain to her abdomen, like burning metal rods snarling at her insides.

The spot where it hurt the most was where Xander pierced through with his sword.

“I’ll make it if I finish off every one of the Heavenly Stars Sect this time, no exception!” Lilian swore silently to the Gods.

Silence fell upon both of them as they watched the blizzard from a distance.

After a long, pregnant pause, a dazzling beam of light struck upon their eyes.

A bright ball of crimson glow drew closer as it flew toward them.

It stood out like a sore eye amongst the monochrome musings of the pitch-black clouds and moon shone mountains.

They realized moments later after rubbing their eyes clear, that the crimson ball was just a cultivator with long, red hair.

The cultivator galloped through the snow with great speed, giving the illusion of a ball of red light.

“It’s him!” Lilian’s brows knotted as she recognized the red-haired cultivator, throwing a knowing gaze toward Ozul.

“How did he know we’re here?” Ozul’s face darkened as his gaze pierced with doubt and caution.

Even though they were under the same leader, they each had their duties and rarely crossed paths with each other.

Not to mention how the red-haired cultivator was notorious for being a bit of an odd duck.

He was called a lunatic by most.

Being found by him at that critically sensitive timing was the last thing Ozul and Lilian wished for.

The red-haired cultivator appeared to be oblivious to their feelings.

He approached in a welcoming manner and laughed, “Haha! Ozul and Lilian, here you guys are!”

His voice echoed through the mountains, breaking its silence.

The mountains rumbled and murmured in response.

“Ozul and Lilian…“

“Here you…“