Life After Prison

Chapter 1851

The gray–haired old man could only gaze at Severin in shock from several dozen feet away. His body was

trembling, and his cheeks had swollen as blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth. He wiped away

the blood and shot Severin an ugly expression, for the latter’s refusal had ignited a burning anger within

him.

Despite his rage, he could not ignore the reality that he was unable to withstand even a single blow from Severin, despite both of them being level nine royal saints. The overwhelming aura that Severin exuded

like a mountain that left him

the Gahrrs‘ great elder, he had followed Thorold to the Deifirm Sect and thus possessed a broader perspective on the world. He acknowledged the abundant existence of prodigies and thus had no lofty dreams in pursuit of such excellence. The brief exchange had given him a taste of Severin’s strength–it had likely surpassed many ordinary royal saints, and might even

several supreme saints.

hesitated to use it against Severin because he was unsure if it would be efficient enough to deliver a fatal blow. After taking a deep breath, he glared at Severin coldly and said,

the tournament, where he could make

an elite disciple.

contrast, Severin was nothing more than someone who got lucky. Failing to appreciate Thorold’s invitation was already bad enough, and

v without

went away looking back. He planned

others emerged behind Severin. Diane, wearing a long–sleeved

distance. As level nine royal saints themselves, they could tell that the