Grand Return System

One Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate [Part - 2]

Everyone instinctively looked up.

"What... what is this?"

A chill ran down their spines.

Leon slowly raised the First Mist Immortal Sword.

His expression was calm.

His purple eyes reflected neither fear nor hesitation.

The sword in his hand moved with incredible slowness, yet every inch it traveled caused heaven and earth to resonate.

Buzz...

The immortal sword let out a clear cry.

Its voice echoed across the battlefield like an ancient bell.

The surrounding winds suddenly froze.

Time itself seemed to slow.

Then...

A gigantic Heavenly Gate appeared high above the clouds.

It wasn’t a real gate.

It was formed entirely from endless sword intent.

Golden light poured from within the gate as though another world existed beyond it.

Everyone stared in disbelief.

Some couldn’t even breathe.

"What..."

"How can a sword technique summon such a phenomenon?"

The pressure became suffocating.

The violent wind suddenly erupted.

Boom!

The Heavenly Gate opened wider.

Sword intent flooded the world.

Leon slowly opened his eyes.

Those calm purple pupils now carried an indescribable sharpness.

It was as though the man standing there had become one with the sword.

His robes fluttered wildly.

His long black hair danced behind him.

He looked like a Sword Monarch descending from the heavens.

He raised the First Mist Immortal Sword.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Come on..."

The words were quiet.

Yet they echoed clearly through every corner of the battlefield.

The next instant—

Leon vanished.

No.

He moved so quickly that nobody could follow him.

The First Mist Immortal Sword streaked across the sky like a bolt of heavenly lightning.

Slash!

A dazzling sword arc crossed heaven and earth.

The Heavenly Gate above released endless sword light that merged into Leon’s strike.

This...

Was the second technique of the Font Sword Art.

Sky Split Strike.

One strike...

Opened the Heavenly Gate.

The moment the technique was unleashed, Leon’s aura exploded upward.

His Mana surged endlessly.

His sword intent multiplied again and again.

It climbed to an unbelievable level.

His strength increased by several hundred times in an instant.

The battlefield trembled beneath the overwhelming pressure.

Only one sword technique in the entire Font Sword Art surpassed it—

Judgmental Strike.

Unfortunately, Leon had yet to completely master the third technique.

Otherwise...

Its destructive power would have been beyond imagination.

Boom!

The sword descended.

The first Pinnacle Realm expert barely managed to raise his weapon.

Clang!

His treasured blade shattered like fragile glass.

Before he could even scream, the sword light passed through his body.

His eyes widened.

Blood sprayed into the sky.

His body split apart before disappearing beneath the raging sword energy.

Another expert rushed forward from the left, attempting to trap Leon with a Sacred Art.

The moment his seals formed—

Slash!

A flash of silver light crossed his neck.

His head flew high into the air.

His body remained standing for a brief moment before collapsing heavily onto the ground.

Leon didn’t pause.

His movements flowed like water.

Every step was natural.

Every swing of the sword carried flawless rhythm.

He appeared in front of a third opponent.

The frightened cultivator hurriedly activated three defensive treasures.

Golden shields surrounded him.

Layers upon layers.

Confident that they would stop the attack, he gritted his teeth.

Then—

The First Mist Immortal Sword touched the shields.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack!

All three treasures shattered simultaneously.

The sword continued without losing even the slightest momentum.

Another life disappeared.

Blood rained from the sky.

The battlefield descended into chaos.

One after another...

Experts charged forward.

One after another...

They fell beneath Leon’s sword.

Every strike was clean.

Every strike was absolute.

His figure flashed through the battlefield like an unstoppable storm.

No wasted movement.

No hesitation.

Only sword.

Only death.

Boom!

An earth-shattering explosion echoed throughout the heavens.

In less than a few breaths...

Countless cultivators had already fallen.

Broken treasures littered the battlefield.

Fragments of weapons spun through the air.

The ground was carved apart by endless sword marks stretching for thousands of meters.

Everyone watching felt their scalps go numb.

"This..."

"Is this really the strength of someone at the early Pinnacle Realm?"

"It’s impossible..."

"No..."

"It’s the immortal sword..."

Leon continued advancing.

His purple eyes gradually became tinged with crimson from the overwhelming killing intent.

Every enemy who stepped before him was struck down without mercy.

One sword.

One life.

The battlefield became a river of blood.

Caelan Everwind’s expression changed dramatically.

He gritted his teeth and roared.

"Attack together!"

He gathered every ounce of Mana within his body.

His broken confidence forced him to gamble everything.

His sword erupted with dazzling brilliance as he slashed toward Leon.

The strike was swift.

Powerful.

Filled with desperation.

Leon merely turned his wrist.

Clang!

The First Mist Immortal Sword collided with Caelan’s weapon.

An unbearable force exploded outward.

Crack!

Caelan’s treasured weapon shattered instantly.

The fragments scattered in every direction.

His arms trembled violently.

Blood burst from his mouth as the terrifying recoil hurled him backward.

He narrowly escaped only by sacrificing his treasure.

Otherwise...

That sword would have cut him down together with it.

His breathing became ragged.

Cold sweat soaked his back.

"So close..."

Meanwhile...

The Butcher stood frozen.

The greed that had burned so fiercely in his eyes only moments earlier had completely vanished.

In its place remained only terror.

Pure terror.

"Hiss..."

He sucked in a cold breath.

His instincts screamed.

Run.

Run now.

If he stayed—

He would die.

Without another thought, he turned and fled at full speed.

Unfortunately...

It was already too late.

The First Mist Immortal Sword had already locked onto him.

An invisible sword intent bound his soul.

No matter where he fled...

He couldn’t escape.

"No..."

The Butcher’s face twisted in despair.

He desperately burned his Mana.

He activated every movement technique he possessed.

His figure blurred across the battlefield.

Yet...

Leon calmly took one step forward.

The immortal sword gently swept across the air.

Slash!

The sword light crossed hundreds of meters in an instant.

It caught the fleeing Butcher.

There was no violent collision.

No earth-shaking explosion.

Only one clean slash.

The sword passed through his chest.

Silence.

The Butcher slowly looked down.

A thin crimson line appeared across his body.

His pupils shrank.

"No..."

He let out a desperate cry.

His legs stopped moving.

His body no longer obeyed him.

Then...