Confidence radiated from Uzair’s face. As the lead disciple representing the Deifirm Sect this time, he


    was already a genius of the sect, and the Thunderbolt Constitution he awakened was no less inferior to


    a Divine Body. Moreover, with his current cultivation reaching the eighth–grade supreme saint, if he


    went all


    out, even a ninth–grade supreme saint wouldn’t be his match!


    In Uzair’s eyes, Severin had only been in Granduino Sect for half a year, and his cultivation was not


    impressive. Even if Severin had extraordinary talent and awakened a Divine Body, breaking through to


    the


    fifth–grade of the supreme saint level in such a short time wasmendable.


    Thorold felt grateful, and he thanked Uzair. “Thank you, Senior Brother!”


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    They were fellow disciples, and their bond was quite deep.


    Since thest failure topete for the sacredke quota, Thorold paid a great price upon returning to


    the Deifirm Sect. He chose to give up his chance to be a Deifirm Sect divine heir and handed the


    slot over to Uzair’s n mate. That was equivalent to bing a core disciple in the Granduino Sect,


    they could be contenders for the position of divine heir. This was also why Thorold harbored such


    hatred


    towards Severin,


    At this moment, Severin had arrived at the Raze Mountains with the Granduino Sect’s ship. He


    suddenly


    sensed a gaze filled with hidden hostility fixed on him. With Severin’s currentplete–stage


    cultivation


    at the ninth–grade supreme saint, he understood the strength he possessed.


    In an instant, he identified the owner of that gaze.


    Gazing at the Deifirm Sect’s residence on the distant mountaintop, Severin quickly noticed Thorold in


    the


    crowd. Feeling the aura of Thorold, who was at the second–grade supreme saint, Severin sneered,


    “Huh,


    this guy broke through to the supreme saint level?”


    Beside him, the women including saw Severin’s cold expression, and they followed his gaze.


    “It’s him!” Gilda frowned slightly, her mouth emitting a chilly shout, “Thorold from the Gahhrs in Nontwor


    City!”


    Thorold had suffered defeat at the hands of Severin, missing the chance to enter the sacredke.


    Animosity had long been established between the two factions, Encountering each other once again,


    Diane and herpanions anticipated inevitable shes during their time in the ruins.


    She looked back at Severih, expressing concern. “Severin, I observed the person beside Thorold


    exuding a formidable aura, and the way he looks at you is predatory. Be cautious once we enter the


    ruins!”


    Severin responded with a faint smile, “No worries! That person can’t harm me.”


    This statement was not arrogance on Severin’s part but a reflection of his current seventh–grade


    supreme saint–level cultivation. Even if facing a ninth–grade supreme saint, he could keep pace in


    battle.


    Moreover, he held a trump card–the chaotic swordwill that erupted into the Sky–Soil Heptagold Sword


    Energy. This technique would even y a recently ascended paragon, let alone someone like Uzair, a


    mere eighth–grade supreme saint–level cultivator.


    At this moment, Myles, along with two other core disciples, Raymond and Celeste, arrived beside


    Severin.


    Myles shared information with a cheerful demeanor, “The leader of the prodigies representing the


    Deifirm Sect is named Uzair. He possesses remarkable cultivation, aplete eighth–grade supreme


    saint, and he also has the Thunderbolt Constitution. Rumor has it that his lightning techniques are


    astonishing. earning him the title of the second–inmand in the Delfirm Sect.”


    After discussing Uzair’s details, Myles turned to Severin, paused, and pointed toward the direction of


    the Purevoid Sect’s camp, saying. “Leading the Purevoid Sect is Safiq Gangly, also an eighth–grade


    supreme saint–level cultivator. His mastery in swordsmanship is formidable, but in your presence, I


    reckon he is not worth mentioning.”


    Following Myles’s gaze, Severin saw a ck–d man carrying a long sword in the Purevoid Sect’s


    camp. The man exuded an ancient aura, akin to a sharp sword concealed in its sheath, emanating an


    unmistakable sharpness.


    “This person’s swordsmanship is restrained, seemingly having achieved some level of proficiency.”


    Severin nodded.


    Myles chuckled heartily, understanding Severin’s innate talent in swordsmanship. Hence, when


    introducing Safiq, he emphasized it less than he did with Uzair.