Purple Sword Monarch, Leon
Leon didn’t know was that after today’s battle and last night’s battle, he had completely beco famous. He had beco a powerhouse too.
At this mont, the craze spread across the entire Forsaken domain like a storm sweeping through countless kingdoms, academies, ancient households, and forbidden lands. From bustling taverns in Ashford City to remote cultivation caves hidden deep within ancient mountains, one na echoed endlessly among cultivators.
Purple Sword Monarch, Leon.
So called him the Sword Monarch of the younger generation.
Others called him the successor of Guardian Elder Zeon.
And so even whispered that another terrifying monster had finally risen from Celestis Academy’s Athyst Summit Division.
The stories beca more exaggerated with every retelling.
"They say he split the heavens with one sword."
"No, no, you heard it wrong. I heard Dario from Sky Breaker Academy couldn’t even withstand a single strike."
"You don’t understand. That wasn’t the terrifying part. The terrifying part was that he blocked the Abyss Sword with two fingers before that."
"Impossible..."
"Impossible? Half the Forsaken domain witnessed it themselves."
The atmosphere throughout the region had unknowingly changed.
Leon’s rise was simply too sudden.
Too fierce.
Too dazzling.
Especially after defeating Dario, a famous half-step Pinnacle Realm expert from Sky Breaker Academy, Leon’s reputation completely exploded overnight.
Unfortunately, he was completely unaware of this. Instead, he silently returned to the Taylor family’s team.
The forest path was still filled with lingering sword intent. Broken earth stretched across the battlefield behind them like scars left by heavenly punishnt. The air slled of dust, shattered stone, and burnt mana.
Leon walked calmly through it all.
His long black hair fluttered gently behind him, and the thin athyst embroidery on his midnight robes shimred faintly beneath the sunlight filtering through the ruined trees. His purple eyes remained calm from beginning to end, as if the terrifying battle earlier had rely been a trivial interruption.
"Hehe, Senior, aren’t you too fierce? I heard from my father that that old man is a powerhouse, an existence half a step into the Pinnacle Realm. You actually slashed him with a single strike?"
Harry Taylor hurried over excitedly, his eyes practically shining with worship.
The young man’s face was flushed red from excitent. He kept replaying that heaven-shaking sword in his mind over and over again. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it felt.
A half-step Pinnacle Realm expert.
That was practically an existence standing near the peak of the Forsaken domain .
Yet Leon had crushed him head-on.
Leon rely smiled faintly and said nothing.
That indifferent attitude only made Harry admire him even more.
Harrier Taylor also walked over at this mont, unable to hide the excitent on his weathered face.
"Respected One’s cultivation is becoming more and more unfathomable. It won’t be long before you reach the legendary Pinnacle Realm, right?" he said emotionally.
Then he sighed deeply.
"I truly didn’t expect it... Respected One really gave us a surprise."
At this mont, Harrier Taylor genuinely felt fortunate.
No.
Fortunate wasn’t enough to describe it.
He felt grateful.
Back then, when he chose to stand beside Leon and Athyst Summit Division, many people secretly mocked him. So even thought the Taylor family was desperately gambling their future on a declining division of Celestis Academy.
But now?
Who still dared to laugh?
Even Dario had been defeated.
The mont Leon’s sword descended earlier, Harrier Taylor had almost forgotten how to breathe.
That terrifying pressure still lingered in his bones even now.
A half-step Pinnacle Realm expert from Sky Breaker Academy had nearly died beneath Leon’s sword. With such a terrifying figure protecting the Taylor family, who in the Forsaken domain would dare provoke them casually in the future?
Even more importantly...
His son was following Leon.
That alone was enough to change the destiny of the Taylor family.
Facing their endless admiration, Leon remained calm.
"It’s just a small matter," he replied casually. "It’s not worth ntioning."
"This is still a small matter?"
Harry almost choked on his own breath.
His eyes widened as if he had just heard sothing absurd.
If defeating a half-step Pinnacle Realm expert with one strike was considered a small matter, then what in the world counted as a major matter?
The corner of Leon’s lips twitched slightly, amused by Harry’s reaction.
"Rascal, what do you know?" Harrier Taylor imdiately smacked his son on the head before respectfully looking toward Leon again.
"To an expert like Respected One, such a thing naturally isn’t worth ntioning."
His tone beca increasingly emotional.
"The heart of a true expert only pursues one thing... immortality."
"Apart from that, everything else is rely a minor obstacle on the endless path of cultivation."
The surrounding Taylor family mbers nodded repeatedly.
Looking at Leon’s calm expression, admiration rose uncontrollably in their hearts.
He had just shaken the entire battlefield with a single sword strike.
Yet afterward, he acted as if nothing had happened.
That kind of temperant was far more terrifying than strength itself.
Most cultivators beca arrogant after gaining a little fa.
But Leon?
He remained calm from beginning to end.
As steady as an ancient lake.
Harrier Taylor beca more certain that his earlier decision had been correct.
No matter the cost, the Taylor family had to firmly stand beside Leon and Athyst Summit Division.
Leon only laughed helplessly in his heart.
Such praise really felt heavy.
If these people knew he mainly won because Dario foolishly challenged him in swordsmanship, their expressions would probably beco quite interesting.
After all...
Among all his abilities, the thing Leon feared least was a sword battle.
At this mont, footsteps slowly approached from afar.
Hektor walked over leisurely with his hands behind his back. His expression was unusually complicated as he looked at Leon.
Shock.
Admiration.
Emotion.
And even a faint trace of helplessness.
"Haha, I truly didn’t expect Fellow cultivator strength to be so astonishing," Hektor praised sincerely.
"Even Dario couldn’t gain any advantage in your hands."
As he spoke, he shook his head bitterly.
"Fellow cultivator... your sword strike today could be called earth-shattering."
A faint chill unconsciously climbed up his back as he recalled the terrifying scene from earlier.
"That sword truly made break out in a cold sweat."
"If the one facing that strike earlier had been ..." Hektor paused slightly before sighing deeply.
"Perhaps I would already be dead."
His words ca from the bottom of his heart.
The stronger one beca, the clearer they understood how terrifying Leon’s sword truly was.
That wasn’t rely sword intent anymore.
It was closer to heavenly punishnt.
An unavoidable judgnt descending from above.
Hektor suddenly felt emotional.
The younger generation had already begun stepping onto the stage completely.
Perhaps old fellows like them truly no longer belonged to this era.
Leon smiled modestly.
"Respected One, you flatter too much."
"My cultivation is still shallow. How could I dare compare myself to seniors like you?"
He paused briefly before continuing with a helpless smile.
"The only thing I can barely show is my swordsmanship."
"I can only bla Dario for being too insensible. Out of all things, he insisted on competing with in sword techniques."
Leon looked genuinely amused now.
"Honestly... I rely took advantage of him."
The surrounding people couldn’t help laughing softly after hearing that.
Yet at the sa ti, their hearts twitched violently.
Only Leon could say sothing so shaless with such a calm expression.
But strangely enough...
No one found it annoying.
Because what he said was true.
Dario really had challenged Leon in the one field Leon excelled at most.
Wasn’t that basically delivering his face over willingly to be slapped?
Hektor smiled quietly without replying.
Others might genuinely believe Leon’s explanation.
But he didn’t.
Earlier, he had observed the battle more clearly than most people present.
Especially that mont...
The mont Leon blocked the Abyss Sword with two fingers.
The golden runes flowing between Leon’s fingers still lingered vividly in Hektor’s mory.
Those mysterious runes definitely weren’t ordinary techniques.
In fact, even Hektor felt faint fear from them.
That power...
It was ancient.
Overbearing.
Almost like an existence born from the beginning of heaven and earth itself.
Clearly, Leon possessed far more than just terrifying swordsmanship.
However, Hektor wisely chose not to expose it.
Every powerhouse carried secrets.
And so secrets were things others absolutely shouldn’t pry into.
Especially soone like Leon.
The wind blew gently across the battlefield ruins.
Broken leaves drifted through the air as the setting sun dyed the horizon crimson.
Leon quietly looked toward the distant sky.
His expression remained calm.
But deep inside, he could already sense it.
The storm surrounding the Martial Emperor Tomb... had only just begun.
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