Life After Prison

Chapter 2049
In the blink of an eye, streaks of light appeared as Sian waved his arm across the air. The colossal golden
lance carved through space and was heading lethally toward Severin. Golden runes appeared between
Sian’s eyebrows. These runes pulsed with the scriptures of philosophy, and the gold–affinity energy in the surroundings activated
as they surged into the lance. The heptagold energy strengthened it with each further strike.
Not one to be outdone, Severin faced the onslaught head–on and clasped his hands to form a seal. He channeled his chaotic
sword energy to power the Sky–Soil Heptagold Sword Energy and launch his attack.
The energy was ethereal and swift, piercing through the dense beams produced by the lance. The beam was shattered, and
spiritual light cascaded down.
The remaining heptagold sword energy continued to advance toward Sian. Reacting on instinct, he swung his golden lance to
attempt a desperate block. His technique might be the ultimate trump card, but there was no stopping the Sky–Soil Heptagold
Sword Energy that was imbued with Severin’s chaotic swordwill.
Even a newly broken–through paragon would have to exercise some measure of caution when facing such an attack.
Sian’s end was all but certain if he did not utilize any defensive equipment against the attack.
“Take this!” Severin roared as he swung the Scarletsky Sword again. A torrent of divine light was unleashed, and the golden
lance was parried away. Sian stumbled back in shock and tried to use his hands to block the attack. Blood was already flowing
from his lips as his pupils constricted, and a chilling sense of impending death gripped him.
He stared at Severin with a sliver of lingering terror in his eyes. At that fleeting moment when his weapon was blasted away, the
heptagold sword energy had come within millimeters of grazing his head. It was thanks to his quick reflexes that he was able to
escape grave injury.
The memory of that near–death experience elicited a venomous glint in his eyes that was rife with potent murderous intent. “How
is he that strong?” he mumbled in bewilderment.
If a level seven supreme saint like Severin could bring him to his knees, he dreaded to think about the possibility that Severin
could defeat a paragon after making a breakthrough to level eight supreme saint.

Sian was renowned in Southsky as a prodigy. Though he climbed ranks with little to no effort and killed even some level nine
supreme saints, Severin thoroughly outmatched him. Regret was starting to wash over him.
Severin sensed that Sian was distracted and let out a mocking sneer. “You’d be foolish if you think you can be distracted against
me.”
A terrifying aura soon erupted all around him as the Scarletsky Sword glittered with a radiant light that covered the area around
them.
“You will die by the power of my chaotic swordwill.” A colossal, hundred–foot sword gleam materialized.
It was majestic and radiant, like a golden blade hanging from the heavens. It reverberated through space and ripped through the
air with potent sword energy, ready to pulverize anything in its path.
Sian’s pupils shrank, and his soul was starting to falter beneath the immense pressure. A wave of existential dread washed over
him, and he plunged into a desperate retreat by leaping into the air.
Severin, however, was not about to let him slip away that easily. With a clang, the Darkgold Bell above him unleashed a crushing
wave of energy that leveled the hilltops by half. The surrounding space buckled under the pressure, producing gaping cracks.
Sian’s hope of evading the blow was all but gone. He spouted out a mouthful of blood as the sword light cleaved the space
before him and slashed his chest with the force of a mountain.