Life After Prison

The two paragon-level elders reacted swiftly and defended themselves, thus averting severe injury.

As they wiped the blood off from the corners of their mouths, they swiftly regained composure and rejoined the fray.

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Severin’s had an icy expression, and the Chaotic Swordshadow within his energy center grew restless.

The swordwill enveloping him then erupted into the sky, and his Chaotic Swordshadow materialized in his hands. Every single sword-wielding disciple in the Grandiuno Sect felt their swords resonate uncontrollably before hovering up into the air.

Grasping the Chaotic Swordshadow, Severin’s eyes gleamed with a murderous intent as the overwhelming power of heaven and earth surged into the small sword. Its aura soon intensified, and it emitted a chaotic black-yellow luster while echoing with a loud swordwill.

“Slash them!” Severin commanded.

The Chaotic Swordshadow shot forward, tearing through the very fabric of space, leaving a pitch-black gap in the void. The sword’s form shifted like an illusion, turning into an arc-shaped golden sword beam the following second.

Then, it rose a hundred feet tall in another second, and illuminated the entire sky with a golden glow the second after that.

The bright display of sword light had already targeted the Gahrrs’ elders from the very moment it had manifested. Escaping was impossible. The sword light tore their bodies apart and reduced their forms to a spray of blood.

A ground-shaking boom followed, creating a ravine thousands of feet long. The remaining swordwill continued onward, obliterating everything within its path.

Clarkin was still engaged in mid-air combat with Oskar when he witnessed Severin kill two more of his family’s elders. His eyes filled with a ferocious, murderous intent, as if he had emerged from the very depths of a mountain filled with corpses.

“SEVERIN!” he roared viciously.

In response, all Clarkin heard was a snicker.

“It’s never a good idea to let yourself get distracted!” Oskar teased as he smacked Clarkin.

The overwhelming force struck Clarkin like a mountain, shattering his internal organs and causing him to spew blood as he plummeted from the air.

Clarkin’s heart sank, and his unhappiness was showing on his expression. He knew that continuing the fight would spell his end.

Oskar’s superior strength left him little chance of securing a victory.

He had hoped that his intervention would prompt Oskar to hand over Severin, but it was only after his resounding defeat that he realized the futility of his expectations.

Clarkin gritted his teeth and glared bitterly at Oskar. In the end, they said to all of the Gahrr elder, “Cease the assault. We’re leaving!”