Half-Step Pinnacle vs Peak Sage
The mont Harry saw Magnus, his expression imdiately changed.
"That old bastard ca too..." he muttered nervously.
His voice was low, but the fear inside it was impossible to hide. The mories of humiliation from before still lingered vividly in his mind. Even now, rely seeing Magnus’s face made his stomach tighten instinctively.
anwhile, Hektor’s previously warm expression slowly faded.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
The atmosphere around the battlefield quietly changed.
The violent winds sweeping across the Land of Silence suddenly felt colder. Above the heavens, flas and lightning still collided endlessly as the four terrifying pinnacle beasts tore into each other like ancient calamities incarnate. Every roar shook the earth beneath everyone’s feet.
Yet compared to the battle in the sky...
The invisible clash between the old monsters below had beco even more suffocating.
Leon remained calm.
His midnight robe fluttered softly in the heated wind while his long black hair swayed behind him. Those purple eyes carried neither fear nor arrogance. They were simply quiet.
However, the mont his gaze landed on Dario, Leon paused slightly.
He could sense it imdiately.
Peak sage Realm.
No...
Even stronger than that.
There was already a faint aura of transcendence hidden within the old man’s mana fluctuations. It was clear this was soone who had already placed one foot into the pinnacle Realm.
A half-step pinnacle expert.
Leon’s eyes narrowed faintly.
Interesting.
At the sa ti, Dario teleported over from several kiloters away.
The mont he arrived, space distorted violently around him. A ripple spread through the air like shattered water, and his figure appeared instantly before the crowd.
As soon as he arrived, he heard Hektor praising Leon endlessly.
Naturally, his expression beca unpleasant.
"Haha, the most stunning genius in history?" Dario sneered coldly. "You people from the Soft Water Divine Sect really know how to exaggerate."
His gaze slowly shifted toward Leon.
Sharp.
Oppressive.
Like a poisonous serpent sizing up prey.
"You’re the new Division Master of the Athyst Summit Division, Leon, right?"
His tone was cold and mocking, carrying obvious hostility without the slightest intention of hiding it.
The mont his voice fell—
Boom!
A terrifying pressure instantly exploded outward.
The surrounding air seed to freeze.
Countless cultivators turned pale imdiately as the horrifying aura descended like a mountain upon their shoulders. Several weaker cultivators even staggered backward, nearly kneeling.
"What terrifying pressure..."
"Who exactly is this person?"
"His strength is actually this frightening?"
The surrounding crowd beca restless instantly.
Even the experts brought by Harrier Taylor changed expressions dramatically.
Harry’s face turned pale.
The pressure alone made breathing difficult.
He subconsciously grabbed his father’s sleeve.
"Father..." Harry whispered anxiously, looking toward Leon. "Is Senior Leon in danger?"
His voice carried genuine worry.
Although Leon always looked invincible in his eyes, this old man before them felt completely different from previous opponents.
Harrier Taylor frowned deeply.
Truthfully, even he did not recognize Dario.
After all, this old monster had disappeared from the world for over a hundred years. Most people had only heard rumors of his reputation but had never actually seen him.
Harrier slowly shook his head.
"I don’t know," he admitted honestly.
He was rely a King Realm cultivator. Compared to these old monsters standing at the peak of the Forsaken Domain, the gap was too enormous.
How could he possibly determine who was stronger?
However—
Harrier’s eyes unconsciously landed on Leon.
For so reason...
He still believed in him completely.
Because Leon had never disappointed anyone.
Not once.
At this mont, Dario’s terrifying pressure continued to rise.
The surrounding mana twisted violently as a massive invisible vortex ford around Leon. Sand and stones floated into the air while cracks spread across the ground beneath everyone’s feet.
It was as though the heavens themselves were pressing down upon him.
Many people subconsciously retreated several steps.
But Leon rely stood there quietly.
Then—
He smiled.
Interesting.
Is he testing ?
Leon slowly raised one hand.
No flashy movent.
No overwhelming display.
He rely waved his sleeve lightly.
Boom!
In an instant, a terrifying aura erupted from Leon’s body.
Peak sage Realm.
The surrounding pressure shattered instantly like fragile glass.
The violent mana vortex disappeared completely.
Leon did not even move a single step.
The entire place fell silent.
Everyone stared at him with widened eyes.
"Peak sage Realm!"
"How is this possible?!"
The crowd erupted imdiately.
Even Max and the others from the sky breaker Acedmy looked horrified.
Especially Max.
His expression froze completely.
The last ti they t Leon, he had only shown early sage Realm strength.
But now—
Peak sage Realm?
In barely a month?
That was impossible.
Even monsters could not break through two minor realms consecutively within such a short ti.
Unless...
Max’s pupils contracted violently.
He hid his cultivation last ti.
That was the only explanation.
Magnus’s face turned pale.
His fists clenched so tightly that veins bulged across his arms.
At this mont, the gap between him and Leon no longer felt asurable.
It was despair.
The kind of despair that made people unable to even think about catching up.
anwhile, Dario stared deeply at Leon.
A trace of surprise flashed across his old eyes.
So young...
Yet already standing at the peak of the sage Realm.
Even within the ancient eras of the Forsaken Domain, such talent would still be monstrous.
However, the surprise quickly faded.
Because he was different.
He was already half a step into the pinnacle Realm.
A re peak sage Realm cultivator was still insignificant before him.
Still...
The killing intent in his heart deepened slightly.
Such a genius absolutely could not be allowed to continue growing.
Dario silently suppressed the murderous thoughts in his heart.
Not now.
Too many people were watching.
"You’re quite bold," Dario finally said slowly, his voice cold yet calm. "As expected of Zeon’s successor. Extraordinary talent indeed."
Leon smiled faintly.
He said nothing.
His calmness only made his deanor appear even more unfathomable.
Faced against the pressure of a half-step pinnacle expert, he looked as relaxed as soone strolling through his own courtyard.
Carefree.
Calm.
Untouchable.
Even Hektor could not help feeling shocked internally after witnessing this scene.
This Leon...
The more one looked at him, the more terrifying he beca.
At this mont, Hektor’s determination strengthened completely.
No matter what—
The Soft Water Divine Sect had to establish a deeper bond with the Athyst Summit Division.
Even if their Sect Leader opposed it, he would personally persuade her after returning.
His gaze briefly swept toward Fiona again.
The young woman was currently staring quietly at Leon, her teal eyes carrying faint ripples of admiration she herself had not noticed.
Hektor stroked his beard silently.
Good.
Very good.
Then, he slowly turned toward Dario.
A faint smile appeared on his face once more, though his eyes remained sharp.
"Fellow cultivator Dario," Hektor said calmly, "did you doubt my words just now?"
The atmosphere instantly beca even heavier.
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