Life After Prison

Chapter 1865
The Rose–Petal Rain displayed its true powers as the petals shattered dozens of Thorold’s spears. The petals then continued
their course toward Thorold. Following the sparks that were produced from the explosions. Thorold’s pupils contracted as he felt
an impending sense of doom. As a level nine royal saint, he was accustomed to effortlessly dispatching same–level practitioners,
and even level one supreme saints posed little difficulty to him. Unfortunately, Severin was brimming with a menacing aura
that he had never encountered before.
The approaching storm of delicate petals left Thorold with no time to formulate a contingency plan. He
could only raise his hand and command the thunderbolts around him to surge wildly. The air around him.
was whipped up a storm, and the thunderbolt vortex erupted with a formidable power. A deafening.
muffled sound of thunder was heard, and serpent–like electric currents swiftly enveloped Thorold’s body.
He had fashioned an armor out of the lightning.
A resounding boom echoed as Severin’s sward energy collided with the electric armor. A violent
shockwave was unleashed, pouring light into the entire arena. Still encased in the electric armor,
Thorold’s face had paled as he gazed incredulously at Severin.
Severin’s technique had penetrated a technique deemed impenetrable by most ordinary level nine royal
saints. Although Thorold managed to protect himself with armor, the impact on his chest felt like the
combined weight of several mountains. He would have been dead if he failed to manifest the armor in
time.
Severin’s attack injured him, and blood flowed out from his mouth.
“He’s still alive?” Severin mumbled to himself in shock. It came as a surprise to him that Thorold could
survive that technique.

The Rose–Petal Rain was his trump card, after all. Faced with normal level nine royal saints, the Rose- Petal Rain was not
required, and he could just use the True–Sun Fist to end their lives without even having
to move from his spot. Slightly stronger opponents might require a couple more slashes of his sword, but not to the extent that it
necessitated the Rose–Petal Rain. Astonished by Thorold’s ability to survive, Severin tightened his grip on his sword and tried to
pinpoint Thorold’s weaknesses.
Meanwhile, Thorold felt a tingling rush of adrenalin when he recalled what just happened. His face was pale, and there were
traces of blood seeping from his mouth. Dread and horror soon began to overwhelm him, and he questioned, “What kind of
technique is that?”
Severin offered no reply and dashed forward, leaving only an afterimage at the place he had stood earlier. His sword energy
covered the sky as he attacked Thorold relentlessly. In response, Thorold raised his hands and generated several layers of
protective spiritual energy shields.
The huge shockwave–a byproduct of the sword energy clashing with his shield–sent fragments scattering all over the ring. The
spectators all held their breath as they bore witness to Severin
dominating the battle against Thorold.
“Unbelievable! I’m not seeing things, am I?”
“Did Thorold just lose against Severin?”
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“I’m sure Thorold hasn’t fully unleashed his abilities yet. He is a prodigy of the Delfirm Sect, after all. Let’s walt and see what
happens.”
Amidst the crowd’s discussions, Thorold found himself under a relentless assault. The pressure was fast becoming too much for
him. I can’t let this continue,” he thought, I have to be more assertive.
With that in mind, he yelled, “Die
Spiritual energy enveloped his entire body, and the gradually shrinking thunderbolt vortex soon began to erupt once more
Roaring thunderbolts appeared around him at his beckoning and tore through the air. The impact was swirled into a mass of

spiritual energy that shattered the sword energy assaulting him.
Having seized the opportunity to make a counterattack, Thorold opened his mouth like a rabid snake and absorbed all the
thunderbolt into his body. The Desolated Thundercloud dissipated, giving way to a marked increase in Thorold’s spiritual energy.
Thorold had used a secret technique to raise his combat strength.