Grand Return System

One Sword Against All

’I have to help her first.’

The Eternal Genesis Pil could wait.

Anna could not.

Without another moment of hesitation—

Whoosh!

The Sky Sovereign Golden Eagle Sacred Agile Scripture was activated.

The surrounding space distorted.

Leon’s body seemed to merge with the wind itself.

His speed increased to an unbelievable degree.

He vanished from his original position almost instantly, leaving behind nothing but a faint ripple in space.

Just as he was about to reach Anna—

"You want to leave?"

A furious roar echoed behind him.

"Stay here!"

Caelan Everwind appeared once again.

Like an irritating shadow that refused to disappear, he blocked Leon’s path for the third time.

This time...

Leon truly lost his patience.

His expression became frighteningly cold.

His purple eyes carried an icy killing intent that caused even the surrounding air to freeze.

He slowly turned around.

His voice was calm.

Far too calm.

"Again..."

"And again..."

His gaze locked onto Caelan.

"Do you really think I don’t have a temper?"

The moment those words fell—

Leon extended his right hand.

Hum—

A mysterious resonance echoed through heaven and earth.

An ancient sword cry pierced the sky.

A beam of immortal light descended from above.

Countless strands of radiant energy gathered together before his palm.

The surrounding Mana trembled.

Even space itself seemed unable to endure the pressure.

Then...

A peerless immortal sword slowly appeared in Leon’s grasp.

It was the First Mist Immortal Sword.

Its blade was flawless, shining with an ethereal brilliance untouched by the mortal world.

Ancient immortal runes flowed across its surface like living stars.

The moment the sword appeared—

Everything changed.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

Even the violent winds seemed to stop blowing.

Every cultivator instinctively looked toward Leon.

"This..."

One cultivator’s mouth hung open.

His hands trembled uncontrollably.

"Why..."

"Why does he possess an immortal sword?"

The terrifying immortal aura spread across the battlefield.

It wasn’t merely powerful.

It was absolute.

Every Sacred Art.

Every treasure.

Every sword intent.

Every strand of Mana...

All appeared insignificant beneath the pressure of that immortal weapon.

The dazzling lights illuminating the battlefield gradually dimmed.

Even the heavens themselves seemed to acknowledge the arrival of a weapon beyond the mortal realm.

The originally chaotic battle came to a complete standstill.

No one dared move.

No one dared breathe too loudly.

All eyes remained fixed upon the First Mist Immortal Sword.

On the opposite side...

Caelan Everwind’s face had turned deathly pale.

His pupils shook violently as he stared at the sword in Leon’s hand.

His voice quivered uncontrollably.

"Immortal..."

"An... immortal sword?"

"No..."

"How could he possess an immortal sword?"

"This is impossible..."

His confidence from only moments ago vanished completely.

His heart trembled.

A weapon like this should never have appeared in the hands of someone at Leon’s cultivation level.

Not just him...

Everyone present wore expressions of complete disbelief.

Shock.

Fear.

Greed.

Disbelief.

Every emotion appeared at once.

The Butcher’s eyes gradually narrowed.

Unlike the others...

His gaze held naked greed.

"An immortal sword..."

A cruel smile slowly appeared.

"Hehe..."

"This kid is truly rich."

"He even possesses a treasure like an immortal sword."

The greed inside his heart exploded.

Such a supreme treasure...

Who wouldn’t desire it?

His breathing gradually became heavier.

His grip on his saber tightened.

Silently...

Without making the slightest sound...

He slowly circled behind Leon.

Every movement was carefully concealed beneath the confusion of the battlefield.

His footsteps became lighter than drifting leaves.

His killing intent was completely suppressed.

Even experienced experts found it difficult to notice him.

’Just one strike...’

’If I kill him...’

’The immortal sword will be mine.’

The Butcher’s eyes flashed with ruthless excitement.

Suddenly—

Boom!

He erupted forward.

His enormous butcher’s saber split the air apart as it descended toward Leon’s unguarded back with terrifying momentum.

The blade screamed through the heavens.

Its murderous aura chilled everyone who sensed it.

Above the battlefield...

Anna had just broken free from another attack.

The moment she noticed the ambush behind Leon...

The color drained from her beautiful face.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Without thinking about her own safety...

She desperately tried to rush toward him.

"Leon... Look back..."

At this moment—

Bang!

A deafening metallic explosion echoed across the battlefield.

Just as the Butcher’s massive saber was about to cleave into Leon’s back, a streak of immortal sword light flashed like a bolt of heavenly judgment.

Clang!

The First Mist Immortal Sword moved almost too quickly for anyone to see.

The butcher’s saber met the immortal blade for only the briefest instant before an ear-piercing crack rang through the air.

Then...

The saber split cleanly into two pieces.

The broken halves spun wildly before crashing onto the shattered ground with a series of heavy clangs.

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Even the violent battle surrounding them paused for a heartbeat.

"This..."

The Butcher’s face turned deathly pale.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the broken weapon lying before him.

His butcher’s saber was no ordinary treasure.

It was a spirit treasure he had refined for countless years, accompanying him through endless life-and-death battles.

Yet...

It had been severed as though it were nothing more than ordinary steel.

His breathing became uneven.

"So..."

"This is the might of an immortal sword..."

His expression darkened before a sinister smile slowly spread across his face.

Instead of retreating, the greed in his eyes only intensified.

"Haha..."

"Since you’re courting death..."

"I’ll fulfill your wish..."

Buzz!

The First Mist Immortal Sword trembled softly in Leon’s hand.

Its clear sword cry resonated throughout heaven and earth.

Immediately afterward...

An enormous domain of sword energy expanded outward.

Sword intent filled every inch of the surrounding world.

Within the immortal sword domain, Leon’s Font Sword Art was pushed to its absolute limit.

Sword energy flowed like rivers.

Invisible blades danced through the air.

Every gust of wind contained enough sharpness to cut mountains apart.

Every strand of light carried terrifying killing intent.

The battlefield transformed into a kingdom ruled entirely by the sword.

Under that overwhelming pressure of sword intent, everyone’s faces turned pale.