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
was like a mountain that left him suffocated.
As the Gahrrs‘ great elder, he had followed Thorold to the Deifirm Sect and thus possessed a broader perspective on the world.
He acknowledged the abundant 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 likely surpassed many ordinary royal saints, and might even be
capable of holding his own against
several supreme saints.
Although he had received a spiritual treasure 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 coldly and said, “You’ll soon
understand how strong Thorold is
Thorold, an 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 sacred lake. Doing so would allow him to become
an elite disciple.
In contrast, Severin was 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 him. Those actions would almost certainly spell death for Severin,
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“You’ll meet your end tomorrow, Severin!” The man left his last words to Severin and went away looking back. He planned to
head home to tell Thorold of the unsuccessful invitation attempt.
As soon as the man left, Wuhlricht and others emerged behind Severin. Diane, wearing a long–sleeved floral–patterned dress,
asked Severin worriedly, “What happened, honey?”
They had 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 as well. Needless to say, they all
wanted to know how and why Severin provoked a level
nine royal saint.
Severin proceeded to explain the events that transpired in the hall and recounted what Klyu had communicated to the
Chorteaus.
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Upon learning the cause, Felipe–who was usually known for being a level–headed man–had a distinct look of anger on his face.
“How unreasonable can one be to resort to such hostility? Felipe yelled in the direction that the man flew off toward. He then
glanced at Severin and understood Severin’s rationale for rejecting Kiyu,
If Severin had agreed, then two places would be automatically given. Since there had been a promise between Severin and
Rouric, one of those two places would have to be given to the Chorteaus. The remaining one could go to Severin, and he would
also be able to gain entrance to the sacred lake.
However, Severin refused. He knew that Severin did that because he wanted everyone to reach the sacred lake with him!