Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2070

"Does everyone from the Deifirm Sect have the tendency to talk big?" Severin remarked, raising the Scarletsky Sword, "Even your so-called prodigy, Thorold, couldn't do anything against me when we fought in Nontwo City some time ago."

Uzair's face darkened instantly. He had not confronted Severin in the ruins because of Thorold, but being publicly mocked only served to make his tempers flare. No one had mocked him ever since he became a level nine supreme saint. Severin was the first.

"You're a dead man, Severin!" Uzair hissed, unleashing the blood-red mist from his Demonblood Gourd. The mist then condensed into thousands of sharp blades, all of which were aimed directly at Severin.

"Perfect timing," Severin countered coolly. The chaotic divine light flickered around him as his aura morphed into the scriptures of philosophy and swirled all around him. With a gentle raise of his hand, he seemed to turn into a havoc-wreaking giant that was covered entirely in terrifying spiritual energy.

The divine light from his arm ripped through space and blasted forward with unstoppable force. Like a hammer to a nail, his palm was the epitome of destruction as it swung down toward Uzair.

Every blade that approached Severin's manifested palm disintegrated.