Leonnel of the Second Mountain gazed gloomily Severin. His expression was marked by unwillingness, resentment, and a hint of disbelief.


    Severin’s final strike-the Chaotic Swordshadow-evoked a sense of fear even in a level nine royal saint like him. The immense power of heaven and earth contained within it was beyond what a fresh paragon could typically manifest. Leonnel found it easier to believe if the swordshadow was Karl’s doing, or rather, the doing of the reincarnated ancient practitioner.


    It had only been about a year since Severin joined the sect, yet he had already rose to be a royal paragon in such a short period.This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    His progress was so quick that even Karl was no longer a match for him. Leonnel stared at Severin’s figure for some time before averting his gaze and letting out a heavy sigh. He felt a mix of emotions as the sect tournament had concluded with Severin being the dered the overall victor.


    Leonnel could find some sce in the oue, at least. Though Karl had failed to secure first ce in the tournament, he still clinched the status of junior sect leader. In that sense, their investment in Karl did not seem to be entirely in vain.


    Myles’s group gradually snapped out of their senses. Myles, Danie, Rowan, Lyka, and the rest of them were filled with surprise and joy as they witnessed Severin’s decisive victory over Karl.


    The sudden turn of events surpassed their expectations. By their reckoning, Severin’s victory was already excellent news. Securing first ce seemed improbable, considering Karl’s fame and status as the sect’s top prodigy. However, Severin’s unexpected triumph over Karl left the four individuals thoroughly ted, as the resources they invested in Severin had borne fruit.


    Myles and hispanions cheered in joy. “Awesome! My judgement was correct!”


    “First ce! Haha! I was right to bet on him!” dered another.


    Amidst theirughter, Oskar-the sect leader-descended from the sky and approached Severin in the arena. When he witnessed the sect leader’s arrival, Severin promptly raised his hands and sped his fists in salute. “Greetings, sect leader!”


    Oskar’s eyes conveyed relief. He nodded andmended, “You did well.”


    Severin’s extraordinary disy in the tournament had left Oskar impressed. He recalled the opposition he faced when appointing Severin as the sixth core disciple earlier, but in less than a year, his decision had proven to be the correct one as Severin ascended to even greater heights.


    The paragon-level attainment allowed him to triumph over a talented prodigy like Karl and secure first ce in the tournament.


    This oue brought Oskar immense joy, and he felt as if his predecessors were blessing the sect with the emergence of another exceptional talent.