The Sword That Shook the Forsaken Domain

"No, impossible! How can he know such a sword technique?"

Magnus’ furious roar echoed beneath the blood-colored sky.

His eyes were completely red now, veins bulging around his forehead as he stared at the terrifying purple sword intent hanging above the battlefield. His breathing had already become unstable.

The pressure released by Leon’s sword was not only suppressing the Inferno Swift Bird.

It was crushing his pride.

For years, Magnus had considered himself one of the top experts among the younger generation of the Sky Breaker Academy. Even after suffering humiliation in Ashford City, deep down, he still believed that Leon had only won through tricks and timing.

But now...

As he watched that horrifying sword domain unfold before his eyes...

He could no longer deceive himself.

That sword was real.

That pressure was real. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

That monstrous talent...

Was real.

Crack.

The tree trunk beneath Magnus’ fist split apart completely.

Wood fragments exploded outward while his killing intent surged uncontrollably.

"How can a person like him appear in this era?" Magnus growled unwillingly. "A sword path like this should not exist in the mortal world."

Beside him, Max silently watched the raging battlefield before finally speaking calmly.

"Nothing is impossible."

His tone was low, but steady.

Unlike Magnus, Max’s eyes no longer carried disbelief.

Only caution.

And fear.

The wind howled between them while the distant battlefield burned beneath endless flames. Above the heavens, Leon floated beneath the blood-red domain like a god of swords descended upon the world.

Max slowly continued.

"Senior Brother, don’t forget that the sword he displayed in Ashford City was already not weaker than today’s sword."

His gaze remained fixed on Leon.

"In terms of swordsmanship, he can definitely be considered top-notch."

The surrounding students of Sky Breaker Academy fell silent.

Nobody refuted him.

Because everyone knew it was true.

That sword...

Had already surpassed the understanding of ordinary geniuses.

One student swallowed nervously before muttering, "I thought his reputation was exaggerated..."

"But now..."

He could not finish his sentence.

Because the truth was too terrifying.

Max exhaled softly.

"This person..." he said slowly, his voice turning heavier, "I told you from the very beginning that he was terrifying."

His eyes shifted toward Magnus briefly.

"I warned you not to offend him."

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Magnus clenched his fists tighter but remained silent.

Max’s expression hardened slightly.

"Now, Sky Breaker Academy has already offended him because of your rashness."

The words were direct.

Cold.

Without mercy.

"I hope you can calm down."

Everyone nearby understood immediately.

This was no longer persuasion.

It was a warning.

If Magnus continued provoking Leon recklessly, Sky Breaker Academy might truly abandon him.

After all...

No ancient orthodoxy would gamble the future of their entire inheritance for the personal hatred of one elder.

Especially not for hatred against a monster like Leon.

The ancient inheritance of Sky Breaker Academy had existed for countless years. Their foundation was built upon survival.

Only fools chose emotions over.

No...

Over survival.

An elder nearby sighed quietly.

"A genius like him..." he muttered, staring at Leon’s figure in the sky, "if he survives today, the future of Celestis Academy will likely change completely."

Another elder nodded slowly.

"Perhaps it already has."

Magnus naturally understood this principle as well.

That was precisely why he felt even more unwilling.

His nails dug into his palms deeply enough to draw blood.

But in the end...

He lowered his head.

He could only submit.

Meanwhile, on the side of the Soft Water Divine Sect, Fiona stood silently beneath the chaotic night sky.

The firelight illuminated her delicate face softly.

Her long azure hair flowed behind her beautifully while her teal eyes reflected the endless purple sword light above the battlefield.

The dark blue robes hugging her slender figure fluttered gently in the violent wind. The slit along her robe revealed glimpses of her smooth long legs as she stared upward absentmindedly.

Her breathing unconsciously slowed.

She could not take her eyes off Leon.

That figure...

That sword...

That calmness in the middle of chaos...

Everything about him felt strangely unreal.

"Uncle Jadis..."

Her voice was soft.

Complicated.

"Can you see the profundity of this sword strike?"

She slowly looked toward Jadis beside her.

"How does this sword technique compare to our Soft Water Divine Sect’s Divine Judgment?"

The surrounding students immediately quieted down.

Everyone knew what the Divine Judgment represented.

It was one of the supreme inherited sword arts of their sect.

Yet now...

Fiona was actually comparing it to Leon’s sword.

Jadis fell silent for several breaths.

His old eyes reflected the blood-colored domain in the sky while countless emotions surged within him.

Shock.

Admiration.

Disbelief.

Finally, he sighed deeply.

"There’s no comparison."

His answer was immediate.

Firm.

Everyone nearby froze.

Even Fiona’s beautiful eyes widened slightly.

Jadis slowly continued.

"His sword..." he murmured softly, "can be called the sword of a celestial."

The old man looked toward the heavens with complicated emotions.

"How can the Soft Water Divine Sect Sword Art compare?"

The students nearby instantly inhaled sharply.

That evaluation...

Was far too high.

Yet strangely enough—

Nobody felt it was exaggerated.

Because the sword before them truly seemed beyond the mortal world.

Fiona’s heart trembled softly.

Her gaze unconsciously returned toward Leon again.

Truthfully...

Ever since she first met him, she had already been curious about this mysterious Teacher of the Amethyst Summit Division.

At first, she thought it was only curiosity toward his temperament.

But now...

That curiosity had gradually transformed into something deeper.

Respect.

Admiration.

And perhaps...

A desire to understand him.

"How exactly did he learn such a sword?" she murmured quietly.

The more she looked at Leon, the more unbelievable he felt.

At his age...

Could she accomplish what he had done?

The answer appeared in her heart almost instantly.

No.

Absolutely impossible.

That was what frightened her the most.

Why had someone with such talent remained unknown for so many years?

Why had there never been any rumors about him throughout The Forsaken Domain?

It was only during the beast riot that he finally revealed himself to the world.

Almost as if—

He never cared about fame from the beginning.

Fiona slowly lowered her eyes.

Perhaps...

That was the true temperament of a powerhouse.

Not arrogance.

Not self-promotion.

Not endless competition for empty titles.

The truly strong never needed validation from others.

When the time came...

They would naturally shine.

Unknowingly, Fiona realized her mentality had gradually begun changing because of Leon.

In the past, she cared deeply about reputation.

About rankings.

About comparisons between herself and other geniuses.

But now...

Those things suddenly felt meaningless.

Because Leon had shown her something else.

A different path.

The path of someone who simply walked forward without caring about the world’s gaze.

"The strong never need to prove themselves to the world," Fiona whispered softly.

Her eyes reflected the purple sword light beautifully.

"They shine when it’s time to shine."

Beside her, Jadis heard those words and looked at her silently.

Then—

A faint smile appeared on his aged face.

Perhaps...

This encounter with Leon was not only changing the world around them.

It was also quietly changing Fiona herself.