Life After Prison by Silencieux
Chapter 1865

Chapter 1865

The Rose-Petal Rain displayed its true powers as the petals shattered dozens of Thorold's spears. The petals then continued their course toward Thorold. Following the sparks that were produced from the explosions. Thorold's pupils contracted as he felt an impending sense of doom. As a level nine royal saint, he was accustomed to effortlessly dispatching same-level practitioners, and even level one supreme saints posed little difficulty to him. Unfortunately, Severin was brimming with a menacing aura

that he had never encountered before.

The approaching storm of delicate petals left Thorold with no time to formulate a contingency plan. He could only raise his hand and command the thunderbolts around him to surge wildly. The air around him. was whipped up a storm, and the thunderbolt vortex erupted with a formidable power. A deafening. muffled sound of thunder was heard, and serpent-like electric currents swiftly enveloped Thorold's body. He had fashioned an armor out of the lightning.

A resounding boom echoed as Severin's sward energy collided with the electric armor. A violent shockwave was unleashed, pouring light into the entire arena. Still encased in the electric armor, Thorold's face had paled as he gazed incredulously at Severin.

Severin's technique had penetrated a technique deemed impenetrable by most ordinary level nine royal saints. Although Thorold managed to protect himself with armor, the impact on his chest felt like the combined weight of several mountains. He would have been dead if he failed to manifest the armor in

time.

Severin's attack injured him, and blood flowed out from his mouth.

"He's still alive?" Severin mumbled to himself in shock. It came as a surprise to him that Thorold could

survive that technique.

The Rose-Petal Rain was his trump card, after all. Faced with normal level nine royal saints, the Rose- Petal Rain was not required, and he could just use the True-Sun Fist to end their lives without even having

to move from his spot. Slightly stronger opponents might require a couple more slashes of his sword, but not to the extent that it necessitated the Rose-Petal Rain. Astonished by Thorold's ability to survive, Severin tightened his grip on his sword and tried to pinpoint Thorold's weaknesses.

Meanwhile, Thorold felt a tingling rush of adrenalin when he recalled what just happened. His face was pale, and there were traces of blood seeping from his mouth. Dread and horror soon began to overwhelm him, and he questioned, "What kind of technique is that?"

Severin offered no reply and dashed forward, leaving only an afterimage at the place he had stood earlier. His sword energy covered the sky as he attacked Thorold relentlessly. In response, Thorold raised his hands and generated several layers of protective spiritual energy shields.

The huge shockwave-a byproduct of the sword energy clashing with his shield-sent fragments scattering all over the ring. The spectators all held their breath as they bore witness to Severin

dominating the battle against Thorold.

"Unbelievable! I'm not seeing things, am I?"

"Did Thorold just lose against Severin?"

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"I'm sure Thorold hasn't fully unleashed his abilities yet. He is a prodigy of the Delfirm Sect, after all. Let's walt and see what happens."

Amidst the crowd's discussions, Thorold found himself under a relentless assault. The pressure was fast becoming too much for him. I can't let this continue," he thought, I have to be more assertive. With that in mind, he yelled, "Die

Spiritual energy enveloped his entire body, and the gradually shrinking thunderbolt vortex soon began to erupt once more Roaring thunderbolts appeared around him at his beckoning and tore through the air. The impact was swirled into a mass of spiritual energy that shattered the sword energy assaulting him.

Having seized the opportunity to make a counterattack, Thorold opened his mouth like a rabid snake and absorbed all the thunderbolt into his body. The Desolated Thundercloud dissipated, giving way to a marked increase in Thorold's spiritual energy.

Thorold had used a secret technique to raise his combat strength.