Life After Prison



Although Blake's strength had diminished to sixty percent of its peak, his attack was still stronger than an ordinary level three paragon. Though Severin was able to use the Green Shield to resist, the impact had pushed him a dozen steps back. Fortunately, Severin was able to endure it due to the robustness of the superior-grade spiritual treasure that was further bolstered by his solid foundation.

The ease with which Severin withstood the assault elicited a frown from Blake. A murderous glint then appeared in his eyes as he remarked coldly, "Is this superior-quality defensive spiritual treasure your trump card?"

It was rather noteworthy that a level three paragon like Severin would possess such a spiritual treasure, especially a defensive one. Many of the level four and level five paragons did not necessarily boast such an item.

Defensive superior-quality spiritual treasures were rare-they were generally reserved for elites of major families, sacred disciples of sacred lands, or elders of advanced attainment. That was due to the protective capabilities that such a treasure could afford during times of need.

Though Blake was surprised that Severin would come into possession of such an item despite being at a lower level than himself and Zeb, he did not read too much into it.

In Eastplain, the Menzies were a respected lineage that had been in existence for tens of thousands of years. The depth of their foundation was beyond the imagination of ordinary folks. Disciples with attainment higher than level three paragon routinely acquired defensive superior-quality spiritual treasures.

After letting out a sneer, Blake transformed into a streak of light that hurtled straight toward Severin. His broadsword radiated a dark glow in his hand, and the knife seemed to be strong enough to cleave effortlessly through any material.

Moving at extreme speed, the slash's trajectory was hurtling toward Severin like a comet. A murderous intent was unleashed, and seemed to take on a material form as it produced a screeching sound in the surrounding space. The broadsword was so sharp that it pierced through the Green Shield within moments. Its force did not diminish in the slightest as it continued to make its way toward Severin.

Blake sported a proud smile as he anticipated securing triumph over Severin, but that smile froze instantly as Severin calmly extended his arm to block the broadsword. His robust physique effortlessly resisted the broadsword's force, shattering it into minute fragments.

Severin's physical strength had left Blake astonished, as it was incredibly strong. The shattered sword left him bewildered, and he stammered, "That can't be possible! How are you able to destroy a high-grade spiritual treasure simply with your physical force?"

Blake's scalp grew numb, and the shock resonated even within the depths of his soul. He knew the immense strength that was required to break a superior-grade spiritual treasure with sheer physical force, as even Northsea's barbarics would need strength equivalent to level seven and or level eight human paragons to achieve such destruction. However, Severin-a mere level three paragon-could display such a fear.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Blake could not fathom how a human's physical prowess could be so strong, especially in the face of a spiritual

treasure.