Life After Prison

Before long, the other Gahrr disciples above the valley finally sensed that something was amiss. That their two clan elders had teamed up against such an adversary made them realize that Severin was their most formidable foe since entering the Fierce Beast Mountain.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Such a circumstance typically unfolded only when the clan elders faced a strong enemy.

Both elders were level two paragons, and the only enemy that could force them into such a situation was likely someone on the same level as them.

Sian formed a similar conclusion, but he could not accept that it was actually happening. “This can’t be possible!”

It had been just two months since their encounter at the Artic Heights, and no amount of talent could reasonably explain how Severin could make more than one breakthrough since then. Achieving such feats within such a short span of time was unheard of in the Bleurealm.

Unlike a breakthrough from royal saint to supreme saint, the breakthrough from supreme saint to paragon required one to be attuned to the power of heaven and earth. Ordinary practitioners frequently remained stagnant for years-perhaps even centuries.

Even Southsky’s most formidable talents like Karl, Simeon, and the others needed a year or two to reach paragon. It was unthinkable that Severin could leap across such vast barriers in just two months.

Sian swiftly rejected the supposition, but he erred on the side of caution and promptly flew several miles away with the other disciples to establish a safe distance.

Hasa’s expression grew solemn after he joined Zia in the sky and witnessed his attack being intercepted. When Zia was finally able to catch a breath, he produced a green palm-sized cauldron that emitted a spiritual light.

After producing the treasure, Zia looked warily at Severin and spoke somewhat threateningly, “This was all a misunderstanding, and I propose we call it a truce. We’ll pretend that nothing happened if you leave right now.”

Zia already had his guard up against Severin after the brief confrontation. His heart pounded, and fear was starting to creep in.

Severin’s ascent from level eight supreme saint to paragon was an achievement that even those in Midland’s sacred lands would not be able to achieve.

He could only lament his misfortune after unintentionally provoking such a powerful adversary. His mission to escort Sian in the search for the Chaotic Evil Practitioner’s Hand had taken an unexpected turn for the worse.

It would have been easier to deal with if Severin was a warrior emperor, as their attainment-and the two-man tag team of himself and Hasa-would be strong enough to defeat even a prodigy.

Unfortunately, Severin’s ability to injure him using only pure physical force was a sign that Severin was at least as strong as a paragon! Furthermore, Severin’s status as the Grandiuno Sect’s disciple and his mastery of various techniques led Zia to foresee it would be challenging to deal with him, even with Hasa’s help.

After all, there was not a big gap between Severin’s strength and theirs.

Believing that it would be better safe than sorry, Zia chose to not to engage any further and avoid unnecessary conflict.

His submission, however, came as a surprise to his fellow clan’s disciples.

“What’s going on? Why is he proposing a truce with an enemy who severed our scion’s arm?”