Life After Prison Novel by Silencieux

Chapter 2336

These practitioners of the dark arts operated only on their self-interests, and some would have no moral qualms about sacrificing millions for the sake of mastering a certain technique.

Halbert, as a core disciple of the Yellow Ghost Tribe's sacred land, undoubtedly possessed power far beyond his fellow sect members. His cultivation of level five paragon was considered to be superior to most prodigies who had entered the Starry Sky Battlespace.

Yet, even with such power, he was still slain by Severin. How could Simeon not be shaken?

Alongside the shock, there was a strong sense of resentment in Simeon's heart. He had initially believed that a core disciple of the Yellow Ghost Tribe's sacred land like Halbert could easily defeat Severin, only to be harshly proven wrong by reality.

Simeon's face darkened when he saw Severin was still alive and well. At the same time, he was torn between whether to launch an attack at Severin when he was all tired out from an intense battle or let him be.

However, the thought of Halbert dying at the hands of Severin made Simeon hesitate and doubt if he could succeed in defeating him.

They were contemplating whether to seize this opportunity to steal the Flameless Pinnacle from Severin. After all, material wealth had always served as a powerful motivator, especially when it came to

treasure was a rare feat. Usually, only saintmen and divine heirs from major sacred lands had the

spiritual treasure would undoubtedly provide a significant advantage in a battle set

action. A level four cultivator, dressed in a black,

a blood-red sword in his hands, he rushed forward at Severin at an incredible speed with the intent to kill him. When he was less than a hundred yards away from Severin,

thousand-mile long sword beam carried with it the scent of death, instantly shredding everything in its path. Even the space itself could not escape

eyebrow at the sudden ambush while a cold smirk appeared on

fool

sensed the presence of the spectators hidden in his surroundings, thus he made sure to keep up his guard. He was not about to let things go as the assailant wished since the latter had decided to attack him while he was

Sword flew out, unleashing countless sword beams that swept through the air like a shower

self-satisfied as if he saw an elite-quality spiritual treasure beckoning to him, raised his hand and

struck the light curtain, causing flames to