Chapter 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


    cating smile. “Not at all! We had no such intentions.”


    Without further dy, 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 nned on attacking Severin. They left as swiftly


    as possible, with some wishing. they had not been there in the first ce. 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.


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    With the crowd gone, Oskar, d in his gray robes, focused his piercing gaze on Gwono below. His


    re spoke volumes even though no words were exchanged. In that instant, Gwono felt a strong sense


    screamed for him to defend himself.


    s, 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. Heter crashed onto the ground and carved a bottomless ravine on impact.


    Everything happened so quickly. Only mere seconds had passed, yet Gwono was alreadyying


    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.