Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 1850

The visitor was a level nine royal saint. He was a gray-haired old man clad in green, and his arms were reminiscent of withered tree branches. As soon as he showed up above the Chorteaus' estate, he skipped any formal introduction and called out to Severin by name.

"Where is Severin? Tell him to come out here right this instant!" The contempt and arrogance in the man's expression led Severin to feel a sense of disgust. It was clear that the person was either from the Gahrrs or the Lischalts. He arrived hot on the heels of Kiyu's departure, and it was quite obvious that he came with ill intentions.

Severin sneered as an illusory sun appeared in his eyes. The strange light emanating from his pupils seemed to be laden with a terrifying power. His spiritual energy began to surge as he rose from the ground and advanced swiftly toward the gray-haired old man.

Severin sneered. "Who are you?"

The gray-haired old man might be a level nine royal saint, but a strong feeling of intimidation and fear crept into the old man as soon as he gazed into Severin's emotionless eyes. Severin's past feat of killing three of the Walpens' level nine royal saints left the old man reeling with some fear.

After a few breaths, the old man took a deep breath and conveyed the purpose of his visit. "Hear me out, Severin. My family's scion, Thorold, wants you to come over and visit him! You and your friends might face a difficult time in Nontwo City if you refuse!"

Before the old man could continue any further, his expression changed abruptly as he attempted to retreat. Alas, Severin appeared far too quickly and delivered a swift slap.

"How dare you?! The old man exerted the full breadth of his attainment and raised both hands to conjure up a wind shield. However, his efforts to block Severin's slap were futile, as Severin's force extinguished the shield with relative ease. In a split second, Severin's fist landed squarely on the man's face. The man yelled in agony as he staggered several dozen feet away from the impact.

"I won't entertain you!" Severin said, waving the man away.