Life After Prison

Oskar stood suspended in mid-air above the sect’s entrance and there were fluctuations in the air all around him. His somewhat graying hair moved in the wind, producing a crackling sound in the stillness.

He gazed at a hill-sized silverish-white boat that was some ten miles away in the sky.

Clarkin acknowledged Oskar’s presence with a greeting gesture.

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While Clarkin was a royal paragon, he was only at level four, thus paling in comparison to Oskar. Respect was key when facing someone of Oskar’s stature.

Oskar noted the multitude of hostile-looking Gahrr elders on the boat and asked, “Are you waging war against my sect, Clarkin?”

Clarkin shook his head and relayed to Oskar that Severin had killed the Gahrrs’ elders. He then concluded, “I seek to take Severin’s life.

My wrath will find no solace he remains alive.”

These words triggered shock and disbelief within the Grandiuno Sect. Many disciples had finally learnt that Severin had killed the Gahrrs’ prodigy along with multiple paragon-level elders, even managing to escape from a level nine paragon like Favian.

Everyone began to talk about what Severin had done.

“That’s unbelievable! I can’t imagine how powerful Elder Severin might be!”

“He killed three paragons and even managed to escape the clutches of a level nine paragon like Favian!”

“Severin is a monstrosity. His progress is simply too quick that even the Gahrrs’ seasoned paragons are no match for him.”

“This marks the first time in Southsky’s history that the Gahrrs’ royal paragon decided to personally deal with a level two paragon.”

Countless disciples voiced their astonishment, creating a tumult within the sect.

Over on Pearl Light Isle, everyone glanced over at Severin who was in seclusion. Their gazes shifted from him to the imposing figure high above the sect.

His wives, in particular, were speechless because they knew just how severe the situation was.

Severin was tending to his injuries inside the training room, but he emerged from his retreat upon hearing Clarkin’s declaration.

Knowing that he could not just shirk from the situation, he decided to go over to where Oskar was.

His wives, along with Wuhlricht’s group, gathered around him.

Diane expressed her concern. “Their royal paragon is here. Why don’t you stay in the training room for now?”

Severin shook his head and asserted, “No. Oskar knows the truth.

The Gahrrs are simply trying to cause trouble for themselves. I’m sure that their royal paragon would not dare to make any presumptuous comments in the Grandiuno Sect.”

Despite Severin’s reassurance, the anxiety on the women’s faces only intensified.

Severin observed their distress and tried to comfort them. “Don’t worry. I have some the very best spiritual treasures with me. Even a royal paragon would have a hard time killing me. The sect has protective formations in place too.”

Severin then rose into the air and headed toward Oskar in a stream of light.

In a quaint wooden hut on the Sixth Mountain, Celeste was busy crafting pills when her concentration was disrupted by Clarkin’s thunderous shout.

Disturbed by the ruckus, she rose into the air and caught snippets of the conversation between Clarkin and Oskar. Shock etched across her face as she muttered, “Severin killed the several of the Gahrrs’ members and even escaped from Favian’s grip?”