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

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 own

several supreme saints.

use it against Severin because he was unsure if it would be efficient enough to deliver a fatal blow. After taking a

inner disciple of the Deifirm Sect, was biding his time until the end of the tournament, where he could make a breakthrough to supreme saint at the

an elite disciple.

to appreciate Thorold’s invitation was already bad enough, and he had to hurl further insults at him. Those actions would almost certainly spell death for

v without

went away looking back. He planned to

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

to see a gray–haired man flying off into the distance. As level nine royal saints themselves, they could tell that