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 left him

Sect and thus possessed a broader perspective on the world. He acknowledged the abundant existence of prodigies and thus had no lofty dreams in

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, “You’ll soon understand how strong

end of the tournament, where he could make a

an elite disciple.

more than someone who got lucky. Failing to appreciate Thorold’s invitation was already bad enough, and he had to hurl

v without

went away looking back. He planned

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

heard the commotion while training in the courtyard 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