Chapter 1790

• The hushed crowd watched the prince crucified on the betting table. No one would dare to imagine a mortal daring to kill the crown prince of an imperial lineage.
• If it was anyone else without cultivation, they wouldn’t dare to do anything even if the prince just stood there with his hands tied. Alas, this mortal showed zero hesitation. He dispatched the prince as if merely killing a chicken.
• People shuddered with fear and felt that this mortal was a butcher whose hands have been stained with endless blood.