Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2434

Although Gresham had heard of Severin's reputation and even observed the battle between Severin and Wenzel through divine sense before arriving, in the eyes of a saintman from a sacred land like him, Severin's strength was just ordinary, at best reaching the level of a core disciple.

In Gresham's opinion, the reason Drake and Wenzel had surrendered earlier was partly due to their fear of Severin's royal paragon protective charm and partly out of respect for Francis.

Originally, Gresham would not have paid any attention to such a low-level weakling, especially considering that Primordial Sacred Land had no connections with Severin. However, being unexpectedly blocked by Severin ignited Gresham's anger.

"Die, you loser!" After the angry shout, Gresham raised his hand and threw a punch towards Severin.

The radiance of that punch resembled a blazing sun, and the destructive aura it emitted made even Severin feel suffocating.

Nevertheless, Severin stood his ground, not moving an inch.

Severin frantically manipulated the power of heaven and earth within his body, channeling it recklessly into the Flameless Pinnacle above his head. The golden radiance of the Flameless Pinnacle burst forth.

After the shockwave passed, Gresham immediately felt humiliated when he discovered Severin was still blocking his path.

'When did a level four paragon like Severin dare to stand in the way of a saintman like me?' he wondered.

At the same time, Wenzel—the divine heir of the Burke clan—who had arrived at the front, sneered. "Why bother?"

Wenzel's gaze towards Severin was indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead person. The last token had emerged, and the dozen or so prodigies who had failed to seize the tokens earlier were eager to compete for it.

Except for Tristram Farley from the Northsea barbaric Clan, the contemporary Buddhist monk Psyprus Goodwin from the Great Thunderbeat Temple in Westregion, Kain clan from the Eastern Wilderness, and some saintmen from the Floating Light Sacred Land who remained standing where they were, the rest of the cultivators had their eyes fixed on the Starry Token.

Francis raised his hand and tossed a mirror-like spiritual treasure that instantly enveloped Severin, creating layers of mirrored spaces to aid in defense.

Several seconds later, when the mirrored space shattered and collapsed, Francis extended his hand, his fingers forming a claw. An invisible force burst forth, and the last Starry Token fell into his hand.

The moment Francis obtained the ninth token, Severin suddenly sensed the token stored in his spatial ring vibrating uncontrollably. Not one second later, the token shot out of his spatial ring.

It did not only happen to Severin, but the others who also possessed tokens experienced the same phenomenon.

The nine tokens gathered in the starry sky, and merged into one, instantly creating a bright starlight shooting into the void. This starlight pierced through the emptiness, opening a portal to the void.