Chapter 285: The Sword That Shook the Heavens
The Sword That Shook the Heavens
Leon looked at Anna and smiled gently. "Senior Sister, how about I snatch this cauldron back and give it to you?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Anna was stunned for a moment, her red-pink eyes flickering with confusion.
What did he mean?
She could take it back herself.
Why would she need someone else to do it for her?
Since the day she began cultivating, she had always walked ahead of others. She was the one who protected people. The one who fought. The one who carried expectations on her shoulders.
Nobody had ever stepped forward and said they would solve her problems for her.
"Senior Brother, there’s no need. I can take it myself."
After a brief moment of thought, she rejected the offer.
Part of the reason was her pride.
Another part was something she didn’t even want to admit.
She wanted Leon to witness her strength.
She wanted him to acknowledge that she was powerful.
Only then would the title of Senior Sister feel completely justified.
A perfect plan.
Unfortunately for her, Leon was thinking something remarkably similar.
Without waiting for another response, he stepped forward.
His midnight robes fluttered in the wind, thin amethyst embroidery glowing faintly beneath the turbulent sky.
He moved directly in front of Anna.
In one smooth motion, he blocked her path.
"Senior Sister, watch carefully. I’ll help you vent your anger."
Anna froze.
The abyss became strangely quiet.
Those words were simple.
Yet they landed in her heart with unexpected force.
Her gaze lingered on his back.
Tall.
Steady.
Unmoving.
Like a mountain standing before a storm.
A strange warmth spread through her chest.
Ever since entering Celestis Academy, she had been regarded as a prodigy.
People admired her.
Feared her.
Respected her.
But nobody had ever stood in front of her like this.
Nobody had ever said they would handle everything while she watched.
The feeling was unfamiliar.
Dangerously unfamiliar.
Yet...
She didn’t dislike it.
Not at all.
A faint smile almost appeared on her lips before she quickly suppressed it.
"That’s strange. Why am I liking this guy more and more..."
Anna pursed her lips.
Her beautiful face carried a conflicted expression.
"It’s over. Have I been bewitched by him?"
The more she thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed.
Every time she looked at Leon, her heart became less calm.
Every time he smiled, she found herself paying attention.
Every time he spoke, she listened more carefully than necessary.
Something was definitely wrong.
Anna immediately reached a conclusion.
It had to be some kind of bewitching technique.
There was no other explanation.
"I’m sure it is."
Meanwhile, Leon had no idea what kind of bizarre conclusions Anna had reached.
His attention had already shifted completely toward Drift Sword.
The air trembled.
The abyss below roared endlessly.
Fragments of broken stone floated in the sky from the aftermath of previous battles.
Lightning flashed between dark clouds.
The atmosphere grew heavy.
Leon slowly raised his right hand.
His expression became calm.
Dangerously calm.
The moment his fingers lifted—
A sword cry echoed through heaven and earth.
Clang!
The sound seemed to come from beyond the clouds.
From beyond space itself.
A terrifying sword intent erupted.
The sky split apart.
A dazzling crack appeared above the battlefield.
Countless arcs of lightning danced around it like divine dragons.
Wind surged.
Clouds churned violently.
The entire world seemed to tremble beneath that overwhelming pressure.
Anna instinctively looked upward.
Her eyes widened.
Shock filled her beautiful face.
She had already witnessed Leon’s sword intent before.
Yet seeing it from this distance was entirely different.
This time she could clearly feel its depth.
Its sharpness.
Its terror.
Its dominance.
The sword intent felt as though it could sever every law in existence.
Mountains.
Rivers.
Stars.
Even fate itself.
Everything seemed insignificant before that sword.
Anna’s breathing slowed.
A thought appeared inside her mind.
How many years had this man cultivated the Sword Principal?
How could such terrifying mastery appear in someone so young?
Her heart shook.
"This fellow’s sword intent is actually so shocking?"
At the same time, Drift Sword’s expression changed dramatically.
His instincts screamed danger.
Every hair on his body stood up.
The sword had not even fallen yet.
Yet death already seemed to be standing beside him.
Impossible.
How could an early-star Pinnacle Realm cultivator possess such power?
Before he could think further—
The sword descended.
Boom!
The heavens exploded.
A colossal sword light stretched across the sky.
It carried an unstoppable force as it crashed downward.
Drift Sword roared.
The ancient cauldron instantly appeared before him.
The Four Symbols Cauldron shone brilliantly.
Ancient runes awakened across its surface.
Azure, crimson, white, and black lights intertwined around the artifact.
Its protective power erupted to the limit.
At the same time, all the mana within Drift Sword’s body exploded outward.
A terrifying pressure swept across the battlefield.
The strength of a mid-star Pinnacle Realm expert erupted completely.
BOOM!
Sword and cauldron collided.
The resulting shockwave blasted outward in every direction.
The surrounding cliffs shattered.
Huge rocks exploded into dust.
The abyss below shook violently.
Brilliant sparks illuminated the darkness.
Drift Sword’s face instantly turned pale.
His arm trembled.
His body slid backward through the air.
Step.
Step.
Step.
He retreated several steps before finally stabilizing himself.
Blood surged inside his chest.
Disbelief filled his eyes.
How was this possible?
Meanwhile, Leon was equally surprised.
His purple eyes narrowed slightly.
Interesting.
He hadn’t expected the result to be this overwhelming.
His current cultivation was only at the early-star Pinnacle Realm.
Yet he had directly forced back a mid-star Pinnacle Realm expert.
The difference in cultivation had effectively been erased.
After a brief moment of thought, he understood why.
His Ancient Supreme Body had already reached an extraordinary level.
Combined with countless enhancements from the Grand Return System and his powerful runic foundation, his combat strength had long surpassed his actual cultivation realm.
Most importantly—
The Font Sword Art itself was a Sacred Art.
A true inheritance capable of transcending realms.
Its destructive power far exceeded ordinary techniques.
A smile appeared on Leon’s face.
Not bad.
Very not bad.
Behind him, Anna’s expression became increasingly complicated.
She had fought Drift Sword repeatedly.
Nobody understood his strength better than her.
Their battles had lasted for days without either side gaining a decisive advantage.
Yet Leon had forced him back with a single strike.
One strike.
Just one.
The result spoke louder than any words.
Her gaze remained fixed on Leon.
The admiration in her eyes deepened.
Within her heart, she silently arrived at a conclusion.
"This guy’s strength is not inferior to mine."
The realization surprised her.
She had always believed herself to stand among the strongest geniuses of the Celestial Crown Domain.
Yet today she had encountered someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her.
No.
Perhaps even stronger.
The thought made her heartbeat quicken again.
Meanwhile, Drift Sword’s face had become increasingly ugly.
Humiliation.
Shock.
Fear.
All of it mixed together.
The fact that he had been forced back by a younger cultivator was unacceptable.
His pride could not tolerate it.
A murderous aura erupted from his body.
The ancient cauldron spun above his head.
Violent mana surged around him.
The surrounding air distorted under the pressure.
Even distant clouds began collapsing.
His eyes turned cold.
Filled with killing intent.
Filled with rage.
He had already lost face before Anna.
Now Leon had publicly suppressed him as well.
The humiliation burned like fire.
His fingers tightened around the cauldron.
Veins bulged across his arm.
The power of a mid-star Pinnacle Realm expert exploded without reservation.
The sky darkened.
The earth trembled.
The pressure alone made breathing difficult.
Then—
He attacked.
Holding the cauldron with one hand, he unleashed a palm strike with the other.
The attack crossed hundreds of meters instantly.
The space between them collapsed.
A gigantic palm shadow descended from the heavens like divine punishment.
Its killing intent locked directly onto Leon.
"Kid, you’re courting death."
Drift Sword shouted angrily and the palm arrived in front of him in an instant.
