Life After Prison Novel by Silencieux

Chapter 2230

“When we return,” said one disciple, “I’ll ask our family to demand an explanation from the two of them!”

Most of those disciples had witnessed what happened in the Artic Heights, and the bitter taste of failure was something that they could not forget.

Seeing two of the clan elders surrendering to Severin left them shocked and outraged, with Sian sharing the same sentiment as them. He clenched his fist with his unsevered arm, dug his nails deeply into his hand, and stared at Severin with a gloomy expression. He muttered under his breath, “Damn you, Severin!”

With the Gahrr elders’ decision to avoid any conflict, Severin thought to himself in surprise, ‘I guess there are some smart people in the Gahrrs. Looks like they were able to guess my attainment simply from the strength of my body. Not that it matters, of course.’ He was an enemy of the Gahrrs, and accepting their supposed ‘truce ‘might not be the end of their animosity with him. He could not be sure whether or not they would change their mind later and send some stronger people over to deal with him.

Severin had left without notifying Oskar and the other peak masters, so there was a risk he might be killed if some of the Gahrrs ‘stronger people surrounded him in the Fierce Beast Mountain.

After all, he could not seek help from anyone.

only explanation was that the valley contained something that they wanted! He was not about

“Truce? That’s a rather bold request when you started

feeling

was inevitable, he knew he had no choice but to go all out and exchanged glances with

divine light that slashed the very fabric of space. The beam

other hand, Hasa’s figure disappeared in a flash and prepared to launch

sneered when he saw that both of them had made their move. He decided to no longer suppress his spiritual energy and unleased his level two paragon attainment. With a

within the Scarletsky Sword penetrated Hasa’s defensive shield.

him to avoid. He could feel his flesh, blood, and soul begin to disintegrate, and

blood and energy in his palm. He then grabbed the little cauldron. The contact did not result in a mangled mess of flesh and blood, as one

contrary, it produced a clang that sounded like two metal plates striking against each