Life After Prison

Chapter 1865

The Rose–Petal Rain displayed its true powers as the petals shattered dozens of Thorold’s spears. The petals then continued their course toward Thorold. Following the sparks that were produced from the explosions. Thorold’s pupils contracted as he felt an impending sense of doom. As a level nine royal saint, he was accustomed to effortlessly dispatching same–level practitioners, and even level one supreme saints posed little difficulty to him. Unfortunately, Severin was brimming with a menacing aura

that he had never encountered before.

The approaching storm of delicate petals left Thorold with no time to formulate a contingency plan. He

could only raise his hand and command the thunderbolts around him to surge wildly. The air around him.

was whipped up a storm, and the thunderbolt vortex erupted with a formidable power. A deafening.

muffled sound of thunder was heard, and serpent–like electric currents swiftly enveloped Thorold’s body.

an armor out of the

energy collided with the electric armor.

unleashed, pouring light into the entire arena. Still encased in the

he

technique had penetrated a technique deemed impenetrable by

himself with armor, the impact on his chest felt like

have been dead if he failed to

time.

injured him, and blood flowed out from his mouth.

Severin mumbled to himself in shock. It came as

survive that technique.

trump card, after all. Faced with normal level nine royal saints, the Rose- Petal Rain was not required, and he could just use the True–Sun Fist to

from his spot. Slightly stronger opponents might require a couple more slashes of his sword, but not to the extent that it necessitated the Rose–Petal Rain. Astonished by Thorold’s ability to survive, Severin tightened his grip on his sword

face was pale, and there were traces of blood

he had stood earlier. His sword energy covered the sky as he attacked Thorold relentlessly. In response, Thorold raised his hands and generated several layers of protective spiritual energy