Life After Prison



Zeb became anxious as he observed Blake's intention to relinquish the metal Uru to Severin. "But..." he protested begrudgingly.

"No buts. We're leaving!" Blake interrupted Zeb with a stern rebuke.

As Blake spoke, his aura once again regressed to the initial-stage level five paragon. The adverse effects of forcibly enhancing his power through his bloodline power were becoming more pronounced. Even with his activated bloodline power, he was barely able to withstand the clash with Severin, as the latter was armed with an elite-quality spiritual treasure. Blake's waning strength and the severe injuries he incurred rendered a prolonged confrontation meaningless. Stay too long and he might meet his end in the confrontation.

As they say, one could lose the battle and still win the war. Besides, it was just some metal Uru. Despite its rarity, the Menzies were a venerable bloodline that had produced true celestials, thus allowing them to stand on par with many of the major scared lands. Having accumulated a lot of power over several thousand years, the Menzies' wielded an influence that surpassed that of some sacred lands.

Blake's intent for entering the Starry Sky Battlespace was not solely to secure metal Uru. He wanted to scour for opportunities to become a celestial. Such was his reason for retreating. Relinquishing the metal Uru within the meteorite belt was but an insignificant dent in his plans.

"Yes," Zeb acknowledged reluctantly and clasped his hands to bow down.

The next moment, the duo transformed into streaks of light that shot across the sky like comets. As they departed, Blake gritted his teeth and spewed, 'There's still time. I will not rest until this grudge is settled!"

Blake and Zeb had discontented expressions after flying some distance away. Were it not for their prior clash with Elron that depleted their spiritual energy and left them at less than sixty percent of their peak strength, a third -grade practitioner like Severin would not have been able to exploit their vulnerabilities that easily.

As the scion of Eastplain's Menzies, Blake was still the prodigy of his family even though he was not as esteemed as a divine son. He had never suffered such a significant setback since his childhood, and his anger simmered within him as he reflected on everything that happened.

Blake turned to Zeb and said, "Send a message to our family members and tell them to keep an eye on his movements. They are to inform me immediately if they encounter him. I also want you to announce to everyone else in the Starry Sky Battlespace that he has an elite-quality spiritual treasure despite his low attainment. I'm pretty sure those who come from the evil practitioners' sacred lands will be very interested in him!"

Zeb's fury had calmed down significantly by then, and he commended Blake's shrewdness for leveraging on other people to do the dirty work for him. That Severin possessed an elite-quality spiritual treasure despite being a level three paragon would surely make him an easy target. As long as the prodigies from Lasbonrket and Cesun had their sights set on him, they would spare no effort in getting what they wanted from him. Morality became a second concern.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Zeb took the opportunity to lavish some praise to Blake. "That's a very good idea! You're using other people against him!" He then recorded Severin's appearance and details on a jade slip and delivered the message to all the Menzie members in the Starry Sky Battlespace.