The gray–haired old man could only gaze at Severin in shock from several dozen feet away. His body


    was


    trembling, and his cheeks had swollen as blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth. He wiped


    away


    the blood and shot Severin an ugly expression, for thetter’s refusal had ignited a burning anger


    within


    him.


    Despite his rage, he could not ignore the reality that he was unable to withstand even a single blow


    from Severin, despite both of them being level nine royal saints. The overwhelming aura that Severin


    exuded


    was like a mountain that left him suffocated.


    As the Gahrrs‘ great elder, he had followed Thorold to the Deifirm Sect and thus possessed a broader


    perspective on the world. He acknowledged the abundant existence of prodigies and thus had no lofty


    dreams in pursuit of such excellence. The brief exchange had given him a taste of Severin’s strength–it


    had likely surpassed many ordinary royal saints, and might even be capable of holding his own against


    several supreme saints.


    Although he had received a spiritual treasure as a trump card, he hesitated to use it against Severin


    because he was unsure if it would be efficient enough to deliver a fatal blow. After taking a deep breath,


    he red at Severin coldly and said, “You’ll soon understand how strong Thorold is


    Thorold, an inner disciple of the Deifirm Sect, was biding his time until the end of the tournament,


    where he could make a breakthrough to supreme saint at the sacredke. Doing so would allow him to


    be


    an elite disciple.


    In contrast, Severin was nothing more than someone who got lucky. Failing to appreciate Thorold’s


    invitation was already bad enough, and he had to hurl further insults at him. Those actions would


    almost certainly spell death for Severin,


    v without


    “You’ll meet your end tomorrow, Severin!” The man left hisst words to Severin and went away looking


    back. He nned to head home to tell Thorold of the unsessful invitation attempt.


    As soon as the man left, Wuhlricht and others emerged behind Severin. Diane, wearing a long–sleeved


    floral–patterned dress, asked Severin worriedly, “What happened, honey?”


    They had heard themotion while training in the courtyard and came out to see a gray–haired man


    flying off into the distance. As level nine royal saints themselves, they could tell that the man was a


    level nine royal saint as well. Needless to say, they all wanted to know how and why Severin provoked


    a level


    nine royal saint.


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    Severin proceeded to exin the events that transpired in the hall and recounted what Klyu had


    communicated to the Chorteaus.


    Upon learning the cause, Felipe–who was usually known for being a level–headed man–had a distinct


    look of anger on his face.


    “How unreasonable can one be to resort to such hostility? Felipe yelled in the direction that the man


    flew off toward. He then nced at Severin and understood Severin’s rationale for rejecting Kiyu,


    If Severin had agreed, then two ces would be automatically given. Since there had been a promise


    between Severin and Rouric, one of those two ces would have to be given to the Chorteaus. The


    remaining one could go to Severin, and he would also be able to gain entrance to the sacredke.


    However, Severin refused. He knew that Severin did that because he wanted everyone to reach the


    sacredke with him!