Life After Prison

Favian was utterly surprised as he exclaimed, “You’re still alive?”

Favian was already a half-stage away from becoming a royal paragon. His entire physique had been honed to an extraordinary level-his blood possessed a golden hue, while his physical prowess could rival that of a true beast. He was strong enough to smash mountains and part the seas.

Severin, however, was only a level two paragon. Favian, being the Gahrrs’ elder had dealt severe blows to practitioners of that caliber in the past.

Severin might be a prodigy from the Grandiuno Sect who could transcend levels against stronger opponents, but the most he could go was around level three paragon. It was thus a genuine surprise that Severin was able to withstand Favian’s assault.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

After his initial shock wore off, Favian sneered at Severin and remarked, “Show me what other tricks you might have up your sleeve!”

Without the protection of his defensive spiritual treasure, Severin was to Favian nothing more than a bug that could be crushed with sheer force.

At the same time, Severin grappled with Favian’s near-lethal strike. While he managed to evade a fatal blow, the ordeal had proven to be very taxing. His entire body felt as though it had been placed under the weight of a mountain.

His muscles ached, his bones were sore, and his internal organs seemed to gone out of place, and blood was oozing out of his mouth. Severin suffered severe internal injuries, and the spiritual energy within him had drained.

Realizing the gravity of his condition, Severin understood that using the Teleportation Slip might be his only salvation. Without hesitation, he broke the Teleportation Slip he had already taken out and connected his primal spirit with the power of heaven and earth.

The Teleportation Slip soon shattered, tearing open a spatial channel after the surrounding void had collapsed. After witnessing the abrupt change, Favian’s eyes widened as he recognized the item Severin had destroyed.

“The Teleportation Slip?!!” Favian exclaimed in disbelief.

Favian swung his fist at Severin, but Severin had already disappeared into the void that wrapped around him. Severin’s figure vanished in the air above the valley. Favian rubbed his eyes in disbelief and his expression soured to the extreme.

He extended his divine consciousness across the surrounding area, scanning fervently within a radius of dozens of miles. Once he finally accepted the fact that Favian was genuinely gone, he raised his head and cursed under his breath. “Damn it! When did he get hold of a Teleportation Slip?!”

The Teleportation Slip was a treasure exclusive to sacred land prodigies and sons of ancient aristocratic families. It was an exceedingly rare artifact commonly used as a last resort to save one’s life. Such an invaluable treasure could traverse thousands of miles in an instant, but even the Gahrrs’ royal paragons felt that incurred too much of an expense to refine those slips.

Favian could not fathom where Severin might have acquired such a prized possession. Severin’s quick escape left a bitter taste in Favian’s mouth, and his expression was incredibly gloomy.

Favian could only rue the shame and humiliation of what happened. That an esteemed level nine paragon had allowed a level two paragon to slip through his fingers would surely result in his mockery after reporting on the incident.

At that moment, other Gahrr elders finally arrived. A level five paragon scanned the carnage and approached Favian. “Did you manage to kill Severin, Great Elder?”

The mere mention of Severin’s name felt like a burning slap to Favian’s face. He responded with a cold snort and offered no further explanation.

Sensing Favian’s displeasure, the surrounding elders refrained from pressing for more information.