Life After Prison

Myles was first to come forward. He pointed at Favian and said, Picking on the weak is bad enough. Now you’re calling upon a royal paragon to back you up! You’re all shameless!”

The Sixth Mountain’s Daniella cocked her eyebrow and shouted coldly.

“I find it appalling to see a royal paragon taking it upon himself to deal with a mere paragon. Is this the standard that the Gahrrs hold themselves to?”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Rowan of the Eighth Mountain voiced his agreement, followed by Lejeune of the Fifth Mountain and all the others.

Severin observed from a distance with a perplexed expression when Oskar and the peak masters made him out to be the victim. It was nevertheless a comforting gesture as they were very much ready to throw their support behind him.

As Clarkin listened to their righteous drivel, he realized that the Grandiuno Sect was not prepared to surrender Severin over to him.

He sneered at Oskar with a dour expression and declared, “If that is the case, then let’s have it then!”

A terrifying aura surged forth from Clarkin’s body and shot into the sky.

The very fabric of the surrounding space was torn open, and extensive cracks had developed in the void. Turbulent bouts of elemental energy resulted in strong airwaves, and web-like cracks stretched for several dozen miles on the ground.

The formidable spiritual energy enveloped the entire Grandiuno Sect, bearing down on the disciples and leaving them struggling to breathe. Weaker disciples fainted instantly as the pressure was simply too much to bear.

“This strength… it’s the strength of a royal paragon!”

“A royal paragon’s anger can cause such dramatic shifts in the environment!!”

“The Gahrrs’ mean business. Severin might be captured and brought to justice in the end.”

Many of the Grandiuno Sect’s disciples stared at the sky in horror and discussed what was happening.

Bloodshed was almost a given whenever a royal paragon’s temper blew up! With Clarkin deciding to deal with Severin himself and mobilizing dozens of enraged paragon elders, a war with Grandiuno Sect seemed inevitable. Weaker disciples tended to suffer in battles of such a scale.

A cold snort was heard just as everything was fearing the worst from Clarkin’s pressure. The snort came from Oskar, and that was all it took to dispel Clarkin’s aura and remove the overwhelming pressure.

“You’re looking to dig your own grave if you attack the Grandiuno Sect,” Oskar bellowed. He strode forward and raised his hand to deliver a powerful punch right toward Clarkin.

That punch tore through the void and spewed a dazzling display of elemental energy.

Even the sun’s brightness seemed to dim momentarily with that attack. The punch ripped through space, unleashing a torrent of energy toward Clarkin.

The resulting explosion produced a shockwave that radiated outward. Like a tornado, the energy uprooted trees and churned the ground. The aftermath resembled a plowed field, and a mass of destruction lay in the wake of the attack.