Grand Return System

Chapter 288: The Sword That Silenced Heaven

The Sword That Silenced Heaven

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

The instant the blade left its sheath, a sharp metallic cry echoed across the heavens.

Sword light exploded into existence.

Thousands of streams of silver radiance spread across the sky like a celestial net, sealing every possible escape route. The surrounding mountains trembled under the pressure alone. Cracks spread across ancient cliffs, and countless boulders tumbled into the abyss below.

The air itself seemed to split apart.

Drift Sword’s robe billowed violently as his Mana surged.

This sword technique was the Sky Breaker Academy’s Supreme Inheritance Sword Technique that Leon had experienced before.

A cold smile appeared on Leon’s face.

So it was this technique again.

He had already seen its mysteries.

He had already understood its principles.

Most importantly...

He had already found its flaws.

Facing the overwhelming sword pressure, Leon remained completely relaxed.

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

His midnight robes embroidered with thin amethyst patterns fluttered calmly despite the violent storm raging around him.

There was no tension.

No fear.

Only curiosity.

Drift Sword noticed Leon’s expression and felt even more irritated.

"This sword is called Heavenrend! It’s a supreme-grade spirit artifact. I know that your swordsmanship is outstanding. Today... I’ll spar with you. If you can withstand this strike, I can spare your life today."

His voice boomed across the battlefield.

The sword in his hand released wave after wave of murderous intent.

A powerful sword intent rampaged, cutting off the mountains and rivers.

The sky darkened.

The earth groaned.

Several distant peaks collapsed under the pressure.

Yet Leon simply walked forward.

Step by step.

Calmly.

Leisurely.

As if he were strolling through a garden rather than entering a deadly sword formation.

The countless sword shadows surrounding him seemed unable to affect him in the slightest.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled upward.

Why does this line sound so familiar?

Leon blinked.

Then realization struck him.

Isn’t that my line?

For a moment, even the tension of battle couldn’t stop his amusement.

Leon was a little stunned.

This old man actually used my line?

The thought almost made him laugh.

Not far away, Anna watched the scene with bright eyes.

She had expected a fierce confrontation.

Instead, the battle had somehow become strange again.

One side was trying desperately to look imposing.

The other looked like he was enjoying himself.

The contrast was ridiculous.

Drift Sword naturally didn’t know what Leon was thinking.

Seeing Leon ignore his intimidation only fueled his anger.

He was not in a hurry to attack.

Instead, he sneered coldly.

"Where’s your sword? Don’t tell me you don’t even have a sword as a sword expert?"

The question caused Anna to freeze.

Only now did she realize something important.

Leon had indeed displayed astonishing swordsmanship before.

Yet throughout the entire battle...

He had never drawn a sword.

Anna’s beautiful eyes widened slightly.

Could it be...

He really didn’t have one?

Her expression became complicated.

Was Celestis Academy’s Fallen Leaf Domain branch really that poor?

A pinnacle-realm expert without a sword sounded absurd.

After hesitating briefly, she finally sighed.

Forget it.

As fellow students of Celestis Academy, she couldn’t just stand there and watch him embarrass himself.

A flash of light appeared in her hand.

A beautiful spirit sword emerged.

The blade was slender and elegant.

Its surface reflected a faint pink glow beneath the sunlight.

Without another word, Anna tossed the sword toward Leon.

"Senior Brother, I’ll lend you this sword."

After speaking, she suddenly paused.

For some reason, she felt uneasy.

What if he kept it?

After all, it was one of her favorite weapons.

A moment later, she added seriously,

"Remember to return it to me later."

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Leon’s mouth twitched.

For a second, he had genuinely thought she was being generous.

Now he realized she was merely lending it.

Not giving it.

As expected.

This Senior Sister was still the same.

Beautiful.

Powerful.

And unexpectedly stingy.

Leon caught the sword and examined it briefly.

The craftsmanship was excellent.

The balance was nearly perfect.

It was clearly no ordinary weapon.

Yet after a few moments, he simply smiled.

Then threw it back.

Anna caught it instinctively.

"Senior Sister, you should keep this sword. I don’t need it."

Anna’s brows immediately furrowed.

A trace of dissatisfaction appeared in her eyes.

He actually rejected it?

Was he looking down on her sword?

Although this wasn’t a supreme-grade spirit sword, it was still an extremely valuable high-grade one.

Countless experts would fight desperately for such a weapon.

Yet Leon didn’t even hesitate.

Anna crossed her arms beneath her chest.

Her expression turned slightly annoyed.

He actually didn’t use my sword.

"Then what are you going to use?"

Her tone carried an unmistakable challenge.

Leon glanced at her.

A playful smile appeared.

"Me?"

He pretended to think seriously.

Then nodded.

"I’m fine with anything."

Anna nearly rolled her eyes.

Anything?

That answer was somehow more irritating than if he had bragged outright.

"Senior Brother," she said coldly, "I hope your confidence matches your ability."

Leon chuckled.

"And I hope Senior Sister doesn’t cry later when she sees the difference."

Anna froze.

Her beautiful eyes widened.

"Cry?"

"From shock."

"Impossible."

"We’ll see."

"Definitely impossible."

"Then let’s make a bet."

"What bet?"

"If you’re shocked, you owe me a favor."

Anna narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"And if I’m not?"

Leon smiled.

"Then I owe you one."

The proposal surprised her.

A favor from a powerhouse like Leon was valuable.

Very valuable.

After thinking briefly, she nodded.

"Fine."

"Good."

"Don’t regret it."

"I was about to say the same thing."

The brief exchange somehow lightened the atmosphere.

Even Drift Sword felt his blood pressure rising.

Were these two actually chatting in the middle of a battle?

Did they even take him seriously?

A vein bulged on his forehead.

Just as he was about to explode—

Leon finally moved.

His playful smile faded.

Raising one hand toward the sky, he spread his fingers slightly.

The surrounding Mana suddenly surged.

The wind that had been raging moments ago fell silent.

Clouds drifted apart.

Space rippled.

A sharp sword cry echoed from the heavens.

It sounded ancient and majestic, carrying an authority that seemed capable of suppressing all swords beneath heaven.

Then, before the stunned gazes of everyone present, a crack opened in the air.

Silver-white light poured out.

A sword slowly descended from within the void.

Leon grasped its hilt.

The moment his hand touched the weapon, an overwhelming sword intent swept across the battlefield.

The mountains trembled.

The rivers below surged violently.

Countless sword shadows created by Drift Sword instantly shattered.

Even Heavenrend began to tremble in its master’s hand.

Not from excitement.

From fear.

The First Mist Immortal Sword seemed like the sovereign of all blades, its mere presence enough to suppress every lesser weapon.

Drift Sword’s pupils contracted.

The confidence on his face vanished.

He could clearly feel the spirit within Heavenrend resisting, as though it had encountered a natural ruler it dared not challenge.

Anna stood frozen in place.

Her gaze remained fixed on the radiant sword in Leon’s hand.

The weapon looked less like a sword and more like a divine artifact born from the heavens themselves.

Every strand of sword intent radiating from it carried a pressure capable of making ordinary experts kneel.

The battlefield that had been dominated by Drift Sword’s aura moments earlier now belonged entirely to Leon.

A long silence followed.

Then Anna unconsciously took a step forward.

Her lips parted slightly.

"This is..."

"An Immortal-grade sword!"