The Sword Immortal Beneath the Storm
When the mist dissipated, Fiona’s eyes were tightly locked on the white figure in the sky. When she finally saw it clearly, her heart trembled.
"This figure... Just now, he saved ..." Fiona muttered to herself as she looked at the figure in the sky with a complicated gaze. She was still in a state of shock.
The violent storm still raged around the mystery woodland.
Lightning crawled across the heavens like furious serpents while endless fire consud distant mountains. The roars of the Inferno Swift Bird and the Smoke darke Lion shook the earth repeatedly, causing trees to crack and lakes to churn violently.
Yet amidst all that chaos—
That figure stood motionless in the sky.
Calm.
Untouched.
As though the disasters below had nothing to do with him.
Fiona’s breathing unconsciously slowed.
The midnight-black robes fluttering around Leon carried thin athyst embroideries that glowed faintly beneath the lightning flashes. His long shoulder-length black hair drifted behind him in the wind, and his purple eyes reflected the burning heavens with terrifying calmness.
In his hand rested the First Mist Immortal Sword.
A sword so sharp that rely looking at it made one’s skin feel cold.
The image engraved itself deeply into Fiona’s mind.
She had just walked through the gates of hell. If it were an ordinary person, they would have long collapsed to the ground in fear. Fiona was the saintess so her ntality was not bad. After a while, she finally recovered.
Still...
Her fingers trembled slightly.
Not from fear anymore.
But from the lingering feeling of being pulled back from death at the very last mont.
"Fiona, are you alright?" Uncle Jadis blocked the bolt of lightning and rushed over crazily. He finally heaved a sigh of relief after discovering that Fiona was safe and sound.
The old n usually composed face was pale.
His breathing was rough.
Burn marks covered one sleeve from forcibly blocking the lightning strike earlier.
For a mont, Fiona felt guilty seeing him like this.
"I’m alright, Uncle Jadis..." she replied softly before turning back toward the sky again.
Her beautiful teal eyes remained fixed on Leon almost unwillingly.
"He saved ..." Fiona pointed at the figure in the sky and said with a complicated expression.
Uncle Jadis followed her gaze.
The mont his spiritual sense brushed against that familiar aura, his pupils contracted slightly.
That sharp sword intent...
That calm oppressive presence...
He instantly recognized him.
Leon...
"Leon..." Uncle Jadis muttered. He didn’t expect Leon to help in such an urgent situation. How could Soft water Divine sect not rember such kindness?
A complicated emotion rose inside his heart.
Back in Ashford City, he already knew Leon was extraordinary.
But now—
Seeing him standing alone beneath the heavens while facing ancient ferocious beasts directly...
The impact felt entirely different.
One had to know that Fiona was the Soft water Divine sect’s Saintess. Her status was special. Even if Uncle Jadis died, she couldn’t die. And Leon saving her was equivalent to helping Soft water Divine sect.
That favor was enormous.
Especially during such chaos.
The mystery woodland now was extrely chaotic. Uncle Jadis couldn’t care less and hurriedly checked the injuries of the students behind him.
Screams echoed nearby.
So students were burned badly from the earlier sea of flas. Others were coughing blood from shockwaves released during the beasts’ clash.
The Inferno Swift Bird’s casual attack just now had killed a few low-level students and injured the rest.
The atmosphere beca heavy instantly.
One female student silently cried while holding the body of another companion whose robes had been scorched black.
Even Fiona’s expression darkened seeing that scene.
This was reality.
In front of truly powerful beings, weak cultivators were no different from ants.
"Damn it! The communication talisman has been sent out. I don’t know when the First Elder and the others will arrive. Stay here and don’t move." Uncle Jadis instructed sternly. This was the first ti he felt that he was powerless. He couldn’t manage both sides at once. He wished he could learn the clone technique.
His fists clenched tightly.
As an elder, watching students die while being unable to protect everyone left a bitter feeling in his chest.
At this mont—
A sharp sword cry echoed across the sky again.
Shing!
Everyone instinctively looked upward.
Leon slowly descended from the heavens.
The storm winds parted around him naturally.
Purple sword intent flickered faintly around his body, slicing apart stray lightning before it could even approach him. Beneath the chaotic burning sky, his figure resembled an immortal walking down from the moon itself.
Cold.
Elegant.
Untouchable.
Behind him was a handso young man. They all knew him. He was Harry Taylor, whom they had t once in Ashford City.
Compared to Leon’s calmness, Harry’s face was full of excitent.
His green eyes sparkled brightly while he looked around at the devastated battlefield.
"Senior... this place is insane," Harry muttered under his breath.
Even now, his blood was boiling from witnessing Leon’s earlier sword strike.
That single slash had split mountains apart.
How domineering was that?
He nearly worshipped Leon on the spot.
anwhile, Fiona quietly observed the two descending figures.
Especially Leon.
The closer he ca, the more overwhelming his presence felt.
Not overbearing.
Not oppressive.
But sharp.
Like standing near an unsheathed divine sword capable of severing heaven and earth itself.
Even his appearance carried an almost unreal elegance beneath the lightning.
Long black hair.
Purple eyes deeper than the night sky.
Cold yet handso facial features.
The fluttering midnight robes hugging his tall figure only amplified that immortal aura further.
For so reason, Fiona suddenly rembered the mont earlier when she believed she was going to die.
At that instant—
The first thing she saw was that purple sword light.
Her heart skipped slightly.
She quickly lowered her eyes.
"What am I thinking..."
She silently scolded herself internally.
Above them, the battle between the ancient beasts continued shaking the world.
The Smoke darke Lion roared furiously while lightning crashed endlessly around its gigantic body. In the distance, the Inferno Swift Bird spread its flaming wings across the heavens, turning entire mountains into seas of fire.
And yet—
Leon descended calmly as though walking through ordinary rain.
That contrast alone left everyone speechless.
Several injured students looked at him with admiration and awe.
So even unconsciously moved closer toward him.
In disasters, people naturally sought strength.
And right now—
Leon embodied safety itself.
"Elder Jadis, long ti no see! Are you guys alright?" Leon ca from the sky and asked with concern.
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