Life After Prison

Across a serene plain some distance away, something unusual happened as thousands of thunderbolts streaked across the sky.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

The space around them warped into a spatial passage about ten feet high.

Emerging from that passage was Severin, who used his divine senses to survey the surrounding terrain. Fortunately, the Teleportation Slip had not transported him to an unfamiliar location, and he recognized the plain as somewhere not too far off from the Grandiuno Sect.

After calming himself down for a moment, Severin retrieved two pills from his spatial ring and ingested them. The pill then transformed into spiritual energy that coursed through his body, mending the misplaced organs and shattered meridians.

“That was close. I nearly died at Favian’s hands.” Severin exhaled heavily and withdrew his consciousness from his body.

The strength of a level nine paragon proved to be far too formidable. Favian executed only one move, yet Severin was already forced to utilize his Teleportation Slip to escape. He was forced to deploy the backup treasure prematurely in the face of Favian’s might.

“Damn those Gahrrs!” Severin’s cursed.

“They’ll pay for all this!Just wait!”

Severin was angry at the Gahrrs because they had forced him into using an item crafted by a royal paragon for emergencies. Not even the unaffiliated practitioners in Midland might possess that sort of were item, which made their existence in Southsky even scarcer.

After recovering from his injury, he said to himself, “I should return to the sect as soon as I can in case the Gahrrs try to chase after me again.

He ascended into the air, transformed into a streak of light, and headed back to the Grandiuno Sect.

Sometime later, the Grandiuno Sect entrance-surrounded by towering mountains that pierced through the clouds along with dense spiritual energy-were finally within sight. Relief washed over him as he finally returned to Pearl Light Isle.

Upon his return, Severin wasted no time in relaying a message to Oskar and recounting the events. He had a feeling that the Gahrrs was not prepared to relinquish their vendetta so easily after failing to kill him in the Fierce Beast Mountain.

The demise of a prodigy like Sian and three paragon-level elders would undoubtedly provoke retaliation. Severin believed that the Gahrrs’ royal paragon might demand an explanation from the Grandiuno Sect.

Within the First Mountain’s main hall, Oskar felt a throbbing headache as he digested everything Severin told him.

“What did that idiot do to create such chaos at the Fierce Beast Mountain?” Oskar’s expression soured and he cursed in exasperation.

With the Gahrrs’ prodigy killed and several paragons fallen, Oskar foresaw that the Gahrrs’ royal paragon might soon be demanding to see him.” From what I know of Clarkin, he won’t stop until he gets his revenge.”

However, handing over Severin was out of the question, as Severin was not merely a representative of Grandiuno Sect. Having won the tournament, Severin held the quota to the Grandiuno Sacred Land, and could already be considered as a disciple of that sacred land!

Recognizing the impending trouble, Oskar swiftly sent messages to several peak masters and summoned them to the main hall for an urgent discussion.