Life After Prison

Chapter 2074
Uzair reacted frantically and cocooned himself with the Demonblood Gourd’s malevolent energy. At the same time, the
Thunderbolt Pool above swirled with renewed power, unleashing a torrent of snaking electricity that coalesced into a crackling
shield of lightning. Before those defenses could fully take shape, Severin’s sword energy sliced through the air and cleaved
through everything in its path.
The lightning shield held on for only a few seconds before shattering into billions of light fragments. The Sky–Soil Heptagold
Sword Energy, further infused with the remnants of chaotic swordwill, continued its trajectory forward.
Uzair panicked when he realized that his first line of defense had crumbled. He roared, channeling his spiritual power to spur the
Demonblood Gourd into spewing forth another torrent of malevolent energy, hoping desperately that it would be enough to curb
the sword light.
Severin, however, viewed it as a futile gesture. The sword’s energy was to the malevolent energy that a hot knife was to butter. It
cleaved through the Demonblood Gourd’s energy with ease, shattering its malevolent aura in an instant.
Upon witnessing the collapse of his defenses, terror washed over Uzair’s face as he attempted one final, futile attempt to dodge.
The sword light was fast advancing, and he could already feel his hair stand on end.
In the blink of an eye, the shockwave from the impact sent Uzair flying. By the time he finally landed, a gush of blood erupted
from his mouth as his hands trembled uncontrollably.
He had given it his all to resist the attack and used the Thunderbolt Pool to withstand the blow. Unfortunately, his efforts were
useless as the chaotic swordwill within the sword energy showed no signs of abating. Grievous wounds were inflicted, and his
spiritual energy dwindled significantly.
Uzair’s body was broken and bloodied. Wounds marred his flesh, and he was trembling uncontrollably as the swordwill’s
remnants continued to sting him. Panic had overwhelmed him, and he finally understood just how frightening Severin’s true
power was.
“I concede. You’re a true prodigy, Severin. The legacy is yours for the taking,” Uzair rasped in a shocked and fearful voice. He
had such a close encounter with death that the thought of facing Severin’s blade again filled him with dread.
He no longer wished to deal with Severin and was proposing a solution that might appease Severin.

However, Severin merely smiled when he saw that. He held the upper hand, and Uzair was a defeated foe. Even if the latter
joined forces with Sian, they would be no match for him. Asking to be spared when victory was within Severin’s grasp was sheer
naivety on Uzair’s part.
“Too late,” Severin sneered.
Severin’s curt refusal caused Uzair to feel a surge of helplessness along with the most primal sense of fear. He leaped into the
air hesitation and attempted to flee toward the palace exit.
Alas, Severin was not about to allow him to escape. With a flick of his wrist, the Scarletsky Sword unleashed another wave of
energy that chased after Uzair’s fleeing figure. The golden light ripped through the air, striking Uzair once more. His already
battered body weakened even further as the swordwill further destroy his spirit. His attainment level had dipped from level nine
supreme saint to level eight, showing no signs of stopping. At that moment, Uzair was in full–on panic mode as the threat of
death loomed ever closer.
“I’m a prodigy of the Deifirm Sect! You can’t kill me!” Terror filled Uzair’s screams as he fled and pleaded desperately to remain
alive.