Life After Prison by Silencieux
Capítulo 2097

Chapter 2097

Oskar's voice was calm, but those who heard him could feel an intimidating sense of oppression that threatened to suppress every living being. When the nearby sect elders heard it, they felt a chill down their spines as fear crept into their eyes. They all knew that Oskar was a seasoned level eight royal paragon, far surpassing their paragon-level strength.

Faced with the prospect of Oskar's wrath, Wayman-elder of the Purevoid Sect-anxiously offered a placating smile. "Not at all! We had no such intentions."

Without further delay, the elder and his other disciples scurried away. Before Oskar arrived, they had previously entertained the thought of reaping the spoils arising from that, but that motivation had since changed to getting as far away as they could.

None of them stood a chance against Oskar even if they put up a united front. The Purevoid Sect's hasty retreat resulted in a domino effect, as one after another the different sects' elders led their sect members while assuring Oskar that they had never planned on attacking Severin. They left as swiftly as possible, with some wishing. they had not been there in the first place. After all, none of them would be able to bear the consequences if Oskar got angry all of a

sudden.

It did not take long before the bustling Artic Heights fell silent. The Purevoid Sect, the Marvair Sect, the Steeles, and most of the unaffiliated practitioners had left. Only the Deifirm Sect and the

Gahrrs remained.

With the crowd gone, Oskar, clad in his gray robes, focused his piercing gaze on Gwono below. His glare spoke volumes even though no words were exchanged. In that instant, Gwono felt a strong sense

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screamed for him to defend himself.

Alas, his reaction was simply too slow. With a mere flicker, Oskar appeared before Gwono and thrust his palm. His unassuming attack seemed to bear the weight of the entire sky and form a world of its own in a single blow. Unable to withstand the might of Oskar's palm, Gwono was sent flying as a spray of blood escaped his lips. He later crashed onto the ground and carved a bottomless ravine on impact.

Everything happened so quickly. Only mere seconds had passed, yet Gwono was already laying grievously injured. The other sects' elders who had already fled the Artic Heights observed the situation from afar. The sight of Oskar inflicting such a serious injury onto Gwono with so little effort left them all gulping in fear.

"So, that's the strength of a royal paragon... it's truly frightening."

"A single blow from Oskar was all it took to wound a level nine paragon like Gwono. It's a good thing we hadn't attacked Severin."

"Yeah. Otherwise, we would've suffered the same fate as Gwono."

Inside the crater, Gwono rose slowly and cut a sorry figure. His once pristine green robe was tatters, and his face bore scars that resulted from Oskar's wrath. A boiling pot of anger and resentment welled up within him.