Chapter 1713

The resounding impact echoed through the air as the man's entire body became embedded in the stone wall. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and his face was drained of all color. His muscles and veins had torn, and there were no longer any lingering doubts about his death. Meanwhile, the fearful expression that he had just before his death persisted on his face.

The unexpected outcome of a level one saint being killed with such ease left the remaining three men paralyzed with dread. One of them stammered, "W-w-what level of attainment d-do you h-h-h-have?"

Gilda unleashed her spiritual energy without warning, causing an overwhelming sensation of oppression that forced the trio to their knees. They were unable to entertain any thoughts of escape, and their foreheads were soon drenched in cold sweat.

"What attainment, you ask? A royal saint!" Gilda's voice was ice-cold.

"We pissed a royal saint off?" one of the men asked.

"She's… she's a royal saint!" another mumbled.

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