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

a mountain that

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

several supreme saints.

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 coldly and said,

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 sacred lake. Doing so

an elite disciple.

enough, and he had to

v without

to Severin and went away looking back. He planned to head home to tell Thorold of the

behind Severin. Diane, wearing a

man flying off into the distance. As level nine royal saints themselves, they could tell that the man was a level