Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 1851

The gray-haired old man could only gaze at Severin in shock from several dozen feet away. His body was trembling, and his cheeks had swollen as blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth. He wiped away the blood and shot Severin an ugly expression, for the latter's refusal had ignited a burning anger within him.

Despite his rage, he could not ignore the reality that he was unable to withstand even a single blow from Severin, despite both of them being level nine royal saints. The overwhelming aura that Severin exuded was like a mountain that left him suffocated.

As the Gahrrs' great elder, he had followed Thorold to the Deifirm Sect and thus possessed a broader perspective on the world. He acknowledged the abundant existence of prodigies and thus had no lofty dreams in pursuit of such excellence. The brief exchange had given him a taste of Severin's strength—it had likely surpassed many ordinary royal saints, and might even be capable of holding his own against several supreme saints.

Although he had received a spiritual treasure as a trump card, he hesitated to use it against Severin because he was unsure if it would be efficient enough to deliver a fatal blow. After taking a deep breath, he glared at Severin coldly and said, "You'll soon understand how strong Thorold is."

Thorold, an inner disciple of the Deifirm Sect, was biding his time until the end of the tournament, where he could make a breakthrough to supreme saint at the sacred lake. Doing so would allow him to become an elite disciple.

In contrast, Severin was nothing more than someone who got lucky. Failing to appreciate Thorold's invitation was already bad enough, and he had to hurl further insults at him. Those actions would almost certainly spell death for Severin.

"You'll meet your end tomorrow, Severin!" The man left his last words to Severin and went away without looking back. He planned to head home to tell Thorold of the unsuccessful invitation attempt.