Life After Prison

Rachel’s words brought renewed hope to the other two despairing Skyblue Sect disciples. They began giving it their all in their resistance.

“Elder? Did their elders enter the Paradise Secret Realm too? The Highworld Sect disciples were immediately taken aback, and many even ceased their attacks for a moment. The thought of confronting rival sect’s elder was an intimidating prospect because those who could become an elder would almost certainly be very strong.

“Impossible. They must be lying to us. Elders are usually at least royal saints, and most of them will be much higher than just level one or level two royal saint,” a Highworld Sect disciple mused. “Unless the elder that they speak of is an alchemist. That is much more reasonable. Most alchemists have lower attainment levels and may only be a level seven or level eight saint, but their ability in alchemy might allow them to be conferred the status of an elder.”

“Hahahah! Then there’s nothing for us to worry about. We might even be able to loot a couple of pills One of the level eight saints laughed when he heard his teammate’s remark. Rather than fearing the Skyblue Sect elder’s arrival, he was very much looking forward to it.

Severin soon approached them. He glared intently and declared, “You Highworld Sect disciples are courting death. You’ve got some arrogance messing with our sect’s disciples when your numbers are only half of ours!

split up after entering. If our sect can locate our other members and assemble in groups of ten or more people,

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that a Sky–grade medium–rank technique?”

me. Can Sky–grade techniques produce that sort of

the color drained from their faces. They

hand, sending the gigantic

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