Life After Prison

Chapter 1713

The resounding impact echoed through the air as the man’s entire body became embedded in the stone

wall. Blood trickled from the comer of his mouth and his face was drained of all color. His muscles and

veins had torn, and there were no longer any lingering doubts about his death. Meanwhile, the fearful

expression that he had just before his death persisted on his face.

The unexpected outcome of a level one saint being killed with such ease left the remaining three men

paralyzed with dread. One of them stammered, “W–w–what level of attainment d–do you h–h–h–have?”

Gilda unleashed her spiritual energy without warning, causing an overwhelming sensation of oppression. that forced the trio to their knees. They were unable to entertain any thoughts of escape, and their

foreheads were soon drenched in cold sweat.

attainment, you ask? A royal saint!‘ Gilda’s

pissed a royal saint off?” one of the

she’s a royal

then begged desperately for mercy. ‘Please spare us! We made a mistake! We won’t do it again!”

chuckle when she heard them begging. “Spare you? Would you have spared

than you?”

a casual wave of her hand, she sent forth a

slit the throats of all three men, ending their lives with little effort. Severin

level one saint and removed his spatial ring. He then returned to collect the

rings.

he discovered that they contained little items of value.

mediocre combat techniques, and there was only a paltry number of

herbs.

shook his head and muttered, “Man, these

lightly and explained, “They’re not that poor. You’re

unaffiliated practitioners, so you can’t expect them to have much