Grand Return System

The Immortal Sword Revealed

If Leon died here...

No one would know who had truly delivered the fatal blow.

Unfortunately...

Leon had already sensed him.

His expression instantly turned cold.

His purple eyes glimmered with chilling killing intent.

’Still trying to play dirty?’

’You never learn.’

"Get lost!"

Leon didn’t even bother drawing his sword.

He simply raised two fingers.

Sword intent gathered instantly between them.

A dazzling stream of sword energy burst forward.

Slash!

The two attacks collided head-on.

Boom!

The collision exploded like thunder.

Caelan’s sword energy shattered into countless fragments before disappearing.

The remaining sword intent forced him backward several steps through the air.

His pupils contracted.

’How...?’

Leon hadn’t even drawn his weapon.

Yet he had casually neutralized the attack.

On another side of the battlefield...

The Butcher had completely lost himself in battle.

His enormous saber danced wildly through the air, leaving rivers of crimson light wherever it passed.

His laughter echoed across the heavens.

"Hahaha!"

"The Eternal Genesis Pill is mine!"

"No one can touch it!"

Anyone unfortunate enough to stand before him was forced to retreat or suffer devastating injuries.

The battlefield resembled a slaughterhouse.

Blood stained the shattered ground.

Seeing this scene...

Caelan suddenly sneered.

"Butcher."

"I don’t avoid talking to you because I’m afraid of you."

"If you want the Eternal Genesis Pill..."

"You’ll have to get past me first."

His gaze slowly shifted toward Leon.

Hatred burned within his eyes.

"And you, Leon..."

"Aren’t you always so arrogant?"

"If you’ve got the courage..."

"Come."

He spread his arms fearlessly.

"One or two opponents..."

"I have nothing to fear!"

His voice echoed proudly across the battlefield.

Everyone looked toward him in surprise.

"He actually wants to challenge both the Butcher and Leon?"

"Has he gone mad?"

"Or has desperation completely consumed him?"

Even the Butcher narrowed his eyes.

"What confidence..."

Leon, however, simply stared at him.

Then...

He laughed.

"Haha..."

The laughter wasn’t joyful.

It was the laughter of someone who had heard the most ridiculous joke imaginable.

He slowly stepped forward.

Every step caused sword intent to gather around him.

The air itself became sharp.

His purple eyes locked onto Caelan like two unsheathed blades.

There was only one way to break this chaotic battlefield.

And that was...

To crush every obstacle standing before him.

One...

After...

Another.

His voice carried neither excitement nor anger.

Only absolute confidence.

"Alright..."

"Since you’re so eager to die..."

"I’ll grant your wish..."

The instant those words left Leon’s lips, the calmness in his eyes disappeared.

A fierce sword intent burst from his body like an awakened dragon.

Without another word, Leon stepped forward.

Slash!

A brilliant streak of sword energy tore across the battlefield, cutting through the chaotic air with astonishing precision. The attack reached Caelan Everwind in the blink of an eye.

Caelan’s expression darkened.

He had expected Leon to retaliate, but he hadn’t imagined the counterattack would come so quickly or with such overwhelming momentum.

Without hesitation, he raised his sword.

Boom!

The two streams of sword energy collided in midair, erupting into a violent shockwave that swept across the battlefield. Countless cracks spread through the already shattered ground as loose stones were pulverized into dust.

Although Caelan managed to block the strike, the tremendous force behind it pushed him backward several dozen meters.

His sleeves fluttered wildly in the storm of Mana.

At the same time, the Butcher’s eyes flashed.

"So they’re occupied..."

A greedy grin slowly spread across his face.

"This is my chance."

Without wasting a single heartbeat, he abandoned the fight entirely and charged straight toward the glowing eight-petaled Eternal Genesis Pil.

His enormous saber dragged behind him, carving a deep trench through the earth as his massive figure shot forward like a raging beast.

However...

How could Leon and Caelan possibly allow him to succeed?

Almost simultaneously, the two men shifted their attention.

The fierce duel between them instantly came to an unspoken halt.

Without exchanging a single word, both attacked the Butcher together.

Boom!

Two terrifying attacks descended from opposite directions.

The Butcher’s confident smile froze.

"Damn it!"

He hurriedly swung his saber to defend himself.

Clang!

Leon’s sword energy struck from one side.

Bang!

Caelan’s palm technique exploded from the other.

Caught between the two attacks, the Butcher had no room to evade.

The violent impact forced him backward as blood surged within his chest.

His feet skidded across the broken ground for hundreds of meters before he finally stabilized himself.

Originally intending to seize the Eternal Genesis Pil while everyone else was distracted...

He had instead become the target of both opponents.

He had gone for wool and come home shorn.

His expression turned extremely ugly.

"Those two bastards..."

He wiped the trace of blood from the corner of his lips, murderous intent blazing within his eyes.

The battlefield descended into even greater chaos.

As news of the Eternal Genesis Pil spread throughout the Martial Emperor Tomb, more and more powerful cultivators rushed toward the battlefield.

Figures streaked across the sky one after another.

Sword lights.

Treasures.

Ancient Sacred Arts.

The entire world seemed to collapse beneath the pressure of so many experts gathering together.

The sound of explosions never ceased.

Everywhere one looked...

People were fighting.

People were bleeding.

People were dying.

Leon swept his gaze across the battlefield, his brows gradually knitting together.

’This can’t continue.’

’There are simply too many opponents.’

Even though his combat strength far surpassed cultivators of the same realm...

His cultivation was still only at the early-stage Pinnacle Realm.

No matter how vast his Mana reserves were, continuously fighting so many powerful opponents would eventually exhaust him.

His eyes slowly shifted toward the distant sky.

Anna...

She was still surrounded.

Dozens of experts continued attacking her from every direction.

Although she relied on the Celestis Restoration Art and the Four Symbols Cauldron to suppress them, the pressure upon her continued increasing.

One mistake...

And she could be seriously injured.

Leon’s eyes narrowed.

’I have to help her first.’