Life After Prison

Sian could no longer conceal the murderous intention in his heart.

His eyes turned abruptly red, and his entire body trembled slightly as he exuded the aura of a starving wolf. The memory of Severin subjecting him to unprecedented misery appeared in his mind.

As he gazed at Severin’s solitary figure, he felt a certain zeal along with a powerful murderous intent.

During that incident in the Artic Heights, the Grandiuno Sect’s Oskar had arrived just in the nick of time to prevent the deaths of Gwono from the Deifirm Sect and Favian.

That memory was like a catalyst that led Sian to unleash his aura. He ascended from the valley and immediately came to Hasa.

None of them were aware that Severin had reached the level two paragon, as news of the Grandiuno Sect’s tournament results had yet to reach the Gahrrs. Sian soon found assurance alongside his elders. He stared angrily at Severin and snorted while gritting his teeth.

Sian then secretly conveyed a message to the two elders.

“Hasa, Zia, are you able to sense whether he has any support?”

Zia promptly shook his head and responded similarly.

“I’ve extended my divine senses several dozen miles away, and I don’t sense traces of another practitioner. I believe he’s alone.”

Sian’s grinned in elation and glared coldly at Severin. “Of the paths you could take, you simply had to choose this one!”

He was tempted to tell Severin, ‘Oh, how the tables have turned!’

Since his defeat at Severin’s hands, he had become Southsky’s laughingstock, thus fueling his enduring desire for revenge. Oskar had protected Severin in the Artic Heights several months ago, so Severin’s lack of backup undoubtedly brought joy to Sian as he saw it as an opportunity to finally exact vengeance.

With two level two paragons and a dozen supreme saints by his side, Sian felt that he was in a much stronger position than when he was in the Artic Heights.

His attainment had reached level nine supreme saint, surpassing his previous strength at the Artic Heights by a significant margin.

Meanwhile, he estimated that Severin’s strength was only at that of perfect-stage level nine supreme saint. After all, Severin had just secured a breakthrough to level eight supreme saint back at the Artic Heights, and two or three months were likely not enough to for him to make any substantial breakthroughs regardless of how exceptional his talent might be.

After a brief pause, Sian unleashed his fighting spirit and urged his two elders, “Please kill him for me. His death is the only way for me to move on in life!”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Sian then looked at Severin with a violent smile and said, “Surrender now and I might make it quick for you!”

Sian’s confident demeanor sparked a playful smile from Severin as he wondered just where did Sian get that boldness from. He wondered if it might be because of the two paragons next to Sian.

Severin speculated that the Gahrrs were unaware of his victory against Karl in the sect tournament and were only basing their judgment on his strength from two or three months ago.

Sian felt mocked by Severin’s smile. Anger surged within him from out of nowhere, and he had to take a deep breath to suppress that brewing rage. He took a deep breath and said in disdain, “Let’s see if you can escape from the two paragons coming with me today!”

Severin responded calmly, “Level two paragons don’t scare me at all.”