Chapter 1854

Severin observed the crowd silently, noting that there were few level nine royal saints. Of course, there was every possibility that some had deliberately concealed their attainment. As a result, Severin decided it would be best not to underestimate anyone. As he scanned the surroundings, he suddenly sensed a somewhat murderous gaze landing upon him. Being a level nine royal saint, Severin's perception of the external world was so acute that he immediately identified the source. Not far from the Chorteaus' waiting area stood a young man in a black robe. The young man was surrounded by a group of people, and the onlookers gasped in awe when they recognized him. "Isn't that Thorold Gahrr? He's an inner disciple of the Deifirm Sect! I didn't expect to see him return for the tournament!" "Rumor has it that Thorold was born with the Thunderbolt Constitution! His ability to wield thunderbolt is second to none!" "The Gahrrs seem to have put in their all to compete for a spot in the tourna