Life After Prison

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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.

Many prodigies in the vicinity shared similar thoughts. 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 an elite-quality spiritual treasure.

Ordinary paragon cultivators typically wielded superior-quality spiritual treasures, and obtaining an elite quality spiritual treasure was a rare feat. Usually, only saintmen and divine heirs from major sacred lands had the possibility of acquiring such treasures.

Possessing an elite-quality spiritual treasure would undoubtedly provide a significant advantage in a battle set in the starry sky.

At that moment, someone had already taken action. A level four cultivator, dressed in a black, boldly made the first move.

With 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, he swung the blood red sword abruptly to unleash a terrifying blood-red sword beam.

The 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 as it was torn into rifts.

Severin simply raised an eyebrow at the sudden ambush while a cold smirk appeared on his lips.

"Huh! I see there's another fool who's not afraid of death!"

He had long 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 still recovering from an intense battle.

His Scarletsky Sword flew out, unleashing countless sword beams that swept through the air like a shower of heavy thunder. Among these sword beams, Severin cunningly concealed a Chaotic Swordshadow.

The long-faced young man, feeling self-satisfied as if he saw an elite-quality spiritual treasure beckoning to him, raised his hand and gently waved it. Instantly, he summoned a lantern-shaped spiritual treasure to defend against Severin's attack by creating a bright light curtain.

Severin's sword beams struck the light curtain, causing flames to erupt, but it remained in place.

"It seems like you have indeed been weakened,' said the black-robed youth happily.

However, it was at that moment the Chaotic Swordshadow descended upon him. The fiercely violent swordwill tom and shredded everything in his body without mercy.

"Ah!"

In just an instant, his physical form began to disintegrate, his soul extinguished, his cultivation regressing and falling through realms. Ultimately, he exploded with a resounding "bang," and transformed into a mist of blood.

The group of spectators dared not draw Severin's attention any further after witnessing him kill a paragon cultivator in the blink of an eye. A chill ran down their spines; each of them was terrified. Without a second thought, they turned around and fled.

Simeon, who had considered making a move, was terrified to the point of turning pale. He glanced at Severin, and with an reluctance, he ultimately turned away and headed towards the depths of the starry sky.