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

mountain that left him suffocated.

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 be capable of holding his

several supreme saints.

as a trump card, he 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

the end of the tournament, where he

an elite disciple.

nothing more than someone who got lucky. Failing to appreciate Thorold’s invitation was already bad enough, and he had to hurl further insults at

v without

to Severin and went away looking back.

soon as the man left, Wuhlricht and others emerged behind Severin. Diane, wearing a long–sleeved floral–patterned dress, asked Severin worriedly, “What

and came out to see a gray–haired man flying off into the distance. As level nine royal saints themselves, they could tell that the man was a level nine royal saint as well.