The visitor was a level nine royal saint. He was a gray–haired old man d 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 toe 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


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    seemed to beden 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–ha red 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 toe over and visit him! You and your friends might


    face a difficult time in Nontwo City if you refuse!”


    Severin sneered after hearing that. He would have epted the invitation had it been sincere and done


    in


    good faith, but the condescending demeanor of a mere messenger made Severin reconsider. If a


    subordinate could act that way, then it stood to reason that the person he answered to was cut from the


    same cloth


    “Who does your scion think he is anyway? Has he any right tomand my presence?” Severin


    asked.


    The old man’s expression soured at that response, believing that Thorold had made a mountain out of


    a


    molehill. In his view, Severin was but a mere speck inparison to a talent like Thorold. Had that


    clown


    been slightly weaker, Thorold would not have even bothered to send him over to deliver the message.


    The old man flung his hands and exuded the spiritual energy of a level nine royal saint. He then


    dered


    arrogantly, “Our scion has granted you a significant favor by inviting you to meet him. This is on


    opportunity many wish to have.”


    Before the old man could continue any further, his expression changed abruptly as he attempted to


    retreat. s, Severin appeared far too quickly and delivered a swift p


    “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 p were futile, as Severin’s force


    extinguished the shield with rtive ease. In a split second, Severin’s fistnded 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.