Life After Prison Novel by Silencieux

Chapter 1713

The resounding impact echoed through the air as the man’s entire body became embedded in the stone

wall. Blood trickled from the comer of his mouth and his face was drained of all color. His muscles and

veins had torn, and there were no longer any lingering doubts about his death. Meanwhile, the fearful

expression that he had just before his death persisted on his face.

The unexpected outcome of a level one saint being killed with such ease left the remaining three men

paralyzed with dread. One of them stammered, “W–w–what level of attainment d–do you h–h–h–have?”

Gilda unleashed her spiritual energy without warning, causing an overwhelming sensation of oppression. that forced the trio to their knees. They were unable to entertain any thoughts of escape, and their

foreheads were soon drenched in cold sweat.

“What attainment, you ask? A royal saint!‘ Gilda’s voice was ice–cold.

“We pissed a royal saint off?” one of the men asked.

she’s a royal saint!”

‘Please spare us! We made a mistake!

them begging. “Spare you? Would

weaker than

a casual wave of her hand, she sent forth a couple

throats of all three men, ending their lives with

one saint and removed his spatial ring. He

rings.

rings to inspect them, he discovered that they contained

combat techniques, and there was only a paltry number of third-

herbs.

head and muttered,

lightly and explained, “They’re not that poor. You’re

unaffiliated practitioners, so you can’t expect them to have

on them.”

that their strength levels are too low. They might

they were a little stronger. I wasn’t even able

practice for so

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