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

that

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

several supreme saints.

because he was unsure if it would be efficient enough to deliver a fatal blow. After taking a deep breath, he glared

of the Deifirm Sect, was biding his time until the end of the tournament, where he could make

an elite disciple.

already bad enough, and he had to hurl further insults at him. Those actions would almost certainly

v without

end tomorrow, Severin!” The man left his last words to Severin and went away looking back. He planned to head home to tell

Diane, wearing a long–sleeved floral–patterned dress, asked Severin worriedly, “What

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