Grand Return System

Chapter 287: The Sword Drawn in Fury

The Sword Drawn in Fury

Anna looked at Drift Sword being blasted through the sky like a broken kite, and her beautiful face froze in disbelief.

The sky above the shattered abyss trembled from the aftershock of the exchange.

A violent gale swept across the barren landscape, carrying dust, shattered stone, and fragments of broken cliffs into the air. The enormous handprint left behind by Leon’s strike was still visible on a distant mountain range, stretching across the earth like the mark of an ancient god.

Even after witnessing it with her own eyes, Anna found it difficult to believe.

Her long pink hair fluttered behind her as she flew forward, her red-pink eyes fixed on the black-haired young man standing calmly in the distance.

Moments ago, Drift Sword had charged forward with absolute confidence.

Now he had been sent flying by a single palm strike.

The contrast was simply absurd.

Both she and Drift Sword could tell that the profundity contained within Leon’s palm was undoubtedly a Sacred Art. Her eyes widened slightly as she shook her head.

"How can he master a Sacred Art? Unless it’s the complete Celestis Restoration Art, it’s impossible for him to reach this level."

Her voice carried genuine disbelief.

Celestis Academy possessed countless inheritances, but Sacred Arts capable of displaying such terrifying power were exceptionally rare. Even among the Seven Divisions, only a handful of experts could truly comprehend them.

Yet Leon had casually unleashed one.

More importantly, it wasn’t merely powerful.

It was profound.

The moment the technique erupted, Anna had sensed two completely opposite forces revolving together.

Creation and destruction.

Stillness and motion.

Softness and dominance.

Opposites merged into perfect harmony.

The mysterious talisman Leon used seemed to embody the balance of heaven and earth itself.

The more she thought about it, the more astonished she became.

At the same time, a strange feeling of happiness quietly appeared in her heart.

Naturally, Anna attributed it to Leon being from the same academy as her. Seeing a fellow student possess such overwhelming strength filled her with pride.

Besides, such a powerful pinnacle-realm expert willingly called her Senior Sister.

That certainly wasn’t a loss.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips before she quickly concealed it.

What she failed to notice was how much gentler her gaze had become whenever it landed on Leon.

Although she also had to call him Senior Brother, they each addressed the other however they wished. No one was losing out.

Thinking about it now, the arrangement seemed surprisingly pleasant.

Meanwhile, far away in the distance, Drift Sword finally managed to stabilize himself.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to regain his balance.

His limbs felt as though they had been shattered, while a burning pain spread through his internal organs.

The crimson blood scattered into the wind before vanishing completely.

His expression darkened.

Extremely darkened.

He had never imagined that a direct clash would end with him suffering such a miserable defeat.

His mysterious palm force was fierce and domineering, directly penetrating his entire body.

It was not merely physical force.

It carried a terrifying penetrating power that ignored ordinary defenses.

Even now, remnants of that energy were rampaging through his meridians.

Drift Sword’s breathing became uneven.

His entire arm was numb.

Every bone in his body screamed in pain.

Drift Sword couldn’t react at all. Who would have thought that Leon’s sword technique was so powerful and his palm technique was so domineering?

This was what frustrated him the most.

A sword cultivator should rely on the sword.

Yet Leon’s palm techniques were just as terrifying.

How was anyone supposed to fight someone like that?

"Ahem... Ahem..."

Drift Sword coughed heavily.

Blood stained the corner of his mouth.

The proud expert from the Azure Heaven Domain no longer looked as composed as before.

His eyes were filled with caution.

Even fear.

He quickly circulated his Mana and repaired the damaged pathways inside his body.

The vitality of a pinnacle-realm expert was astonishing.

Broken flesh recovered rapidly.

Damaged bones reconnected.

Blood flow gradually stabilized.

The recovery ability of the Supreme Body was extremely strong. In less than a moment, his injuries had already healed, but it was difficult for his internal injuries to recover in such a short period of time.

The hidden damage remained.

Drift Sword knew this very clearly.

Yet he refused to show weakness.

Especially not in front of Anna.

Especially not in front of Leon.

His pride would never allow it.

Slowly, he straightened his back.

The fear in his eyes disappeared.

Replaced by anger.

Burning anger.

The kind of anger born from humiliation.

"Kid, I admit that you have some ability. I was careless and didn’t dodge. I let you win by a fluke. So let’s end it here."

His voice echoed across the sky.

Leon merely looked at him calmly.

Not a word.

Not a reaction.

That indifferent expression irritated Drift Sword even more.

He felt as though he was talking to empty air.

As though his opponent did not take him seriously at all.

Drift Sword immediately took out a pill from his bosom and swallowed it.

A medicinal fragrance spread outward.

The powerful healing energy rapidly nourished his body.

His pale complexion gradually regained color.

The weakness in his aura began disappearing.

His confidence returned little by little.

Then—

A cold gleam flashed.

He slowly took out a sword from his storage jade.

The instant the blade appeared, the atmosphere changed.

The surrounding wind became sharper.

The sky seemed darker.

Even the floating dust was cut apart by invisible sword intent.

Anna’s expression became serious.

She knew this sword.

It was Drift Sword’s true weapon.

The source of his title.

The reason countless cultivators feared him.

Before this moment, he had been fighting while relying mainly on the ancient cauldron.

Now he was finally serious.

Drift Sword’s aura instantly changed, as if he had been reborn from the flames.

His grey robes fluttered wildly.

Sword intent erupted from his body like a raging storm.

The pressure spread across the entire battlefield.

Cracks appeared beneath distant mountains.

The clouds above were torn apart.

The once cautious expert had vanished.

What remained was a veteran sword cultivator who had fought his way through countless battles.

Anna’s eyes narrowed.

She instinctively tightened her grip around her own sword.

Even she had to admit it.

Drift Sword with a sword and Drift Sword without a sword were practically two different people.

Meanwhile, Leon remained unmoved.

His shoulder-length black hair swayed gently in the wind.

His midnight robes embroidered with amethyst patterns fluttered softly.

Compared to Drift Sword’s explosive aura, he appeared almost peaceful.

Yet for some reason, Anna felt Leon was even more dangerous now.

That calmness was unsettling.

It felt like an endless ocean.

No matter how violent the storm became, it could never shake the depths beneath.

Her heartbeat accelerated slightly.

Without realizing it, her gaze lingered on Leon once more.

That handsome profile.

Those calm purple eyes.

That mysterious confidence.

Everything about him seemed impossible to understand.

Just then, Drift Sword’s killing intent exploded completely.

The sword in his hand released a dazzling radiance.

The surrounding Mana surged wildly.

Space trembled.

The clouds overhead churned violently.

"Prepare yourself for my anger!" Drift Sword shouted angrily. He no longer held back and pulled out his sword to slash.