Chapter 364: The Final Judgment
The Final Judgment
But anyone with sufficient cultivation could tell...
Dario was gradually being pushed back.
Leon stood quietly in the heavens.
His gaze never left Dario.
He could clearly sense it.
The current Dario...
Was far stronger than the opponent he had defeated before.
The Strange Origin had increased his strength tremendously.
That strange, dark power continuously repaired his injuries while feeding him an endless supply of Mana.
It was troublesome.
Very troublesome.
But...
That was all.
Leon slowly raised his head.
His calm voice echoed throughout heaven and earth.
"Is this all you’ve got?"
The words were simple.
Yet they struck Dario’s pride harder than any sword.
His face twisted with rage.
Veins bulged across his forehead.
Dark Mana burst from every pore of his body.
"Arrogant!"
His roar shook the heavens.
"You are destined to pay the price for your arrogance!"
The surrounding sky instantly darkened.
Countless cracks spread through the empty space around him as his killing intent exploded without restraint.
Leon remained completely indifferent.
His expression did not change in the slightest.
Instead, he answered in the same calm tone,
"Dario..."
"You were lucky enough to escape last time."
A faint purple light slowly appeared within his eyes.
"This time..."
"You won’t be so lucky."
The instant those words fell...
Leon took one step forward.
His figure instantly ascended into the endless sea of clouds.
The heavens suddenly became eerily silent.
The wind stopped.
The clouds froze.
Even the ongoing battles below instinctively slowed.
Everyone looked upward.
Then...
A brilliant purple radiance spread through the sky.
It began as a single streak of light.
Soon...
Thousands...
Then tens of thousands...
Then countless streams of dazzling amethyst sword light appeared throughout heaven and earth.
Each sword shimmered with ancient Mana.
Each blade radiated an indescribable pressure capable of severing heaven itself.
The sky was no longer visible.
Instead...
An endless ocean of purple swords stretched across the heavens.
The void began twisting violently.
Cracks spread through space itself.
The air filled with an unbearable sword intent that made every cultivator’s skin crawl.
Many experts instinctively gripped their weapons.
Others felt invisible blades brushing across their necks.
Some weaker cultivators even collapsed to their knees, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
It felt...
As though death itself had descended.
The entire wasteland was swallowed by an endless Purple Sword Domain.
Within this domain...
Every breath contained sword intent.
Every gust of wind became a blade.
Every ray of purple light possessed the power to cut through mountains.
The heavens had transformed into Leon’s world alone.
Far below...
Guardian Elder Smith and Gideon simultaneously looked upward.
Even while exchanging blows, both men’s expressions changed dramatically.
"What terrifying sword intent..."
Guardian Elder Smith murmured softly.
His eyes were filled with astonishment.
Gideon’s pupils shrank violently.
"This..."
"How can a Pinnacle Realm expert possess such overwhelming control over the sword?"
Around them, every Sage Realm expert felt their hearts sink.
Even standing far outside the domain, they felt as though countless invisible swords were pressed against their souls.
No one doubted it.
If they stepped into that domain...
They would die instantly.
High above the endless sea of purple swords...
Leon slowly stepped forward.
His figure stood at the very center of the Purple Sword Domain like the sovereign of countless divine blades.
His long black hair drifted gently.
His midnight robes fluttered peacefully.
He slowly raised his right hand.
His expression remained calm.
His voice echoed through the silent heavens.
"That’s it."
"I don’t have much time."
His purple eyes looked directly into Dario’s blood-red gaze.
"This strike..."
"Will be my last strike for you."
The moment those words fell, heaven itself responded.
The Purple Sword Domain trembled.
An indescribable pressure descended from above as if the Nine Heavens had opened their eyes.
Boundless Mana surged across the sky, converging into countless streams of dazzling purple sword energy. One after another, tens of thousands of radiant swords gathered overhead, filling every corner of the heavens.
The clouds split apart.
Lightning flashed between the blades.
The wind ceased.
Even time itself seemed to hesitate.
The entire battlefield fell into absolute silence.
Everyone instinctively raised their heads.
No one dared breathe.
No one dared blink.
It was as if the heavens themselves had forged a divine executioner’s blade.
Leon stood calmly beneath the endless sea of swords.
His midnight robes embroidered with delicate amethyst patterns fluttered gently in the divine light. His long black hair drifted behind him, and his expression remained tranquil, untouched by excitement or hatred.
At that moment...
He resembled a true immortal descending from the heavens to pass judgment upon the mortal world.
Fear spread through every spectator’s heart.
Even the Pinnacle Realm experts below unconsciously tightened their fists.
The sword had not yet fallen...
Yet its pressure alone made countless people feel as though death had already arrived.
Opposite him, Dario’s body trembled.
For the first time since accepting the power of the Strange Origin, genuine fear appeared in his eyes.
His breathing became ragged.
His blood-red pupils shook violently as he stared at the endless swords above.
Impossible...
How could someone at the same realm possess such overwhelming power?
The Strange Origin within his body, which had always remained arrogant and insatiable, suddenly became restless.
Dark Mana surged uncontrollably before shrinking back as though it had encountered its natural enemy.
It was afraid.
Even the Strange Origin...
Was afraid.
"N-No..."
Dario shook his head violently.
"That’s impossible..."
He refused to believe what he was witnessing.
The next instant—
The sky split open.
A magnificent Heavenly Gate slowly emerged beyond the endless clouds.
Ancient golden radiance poured from within the gate, illuminating the entire battlefield.
The sacred light descended like divine judgment.
Wherever it passed, darkness dissolved.
The Strange Origin hidden within Dario’s body let out a silent shriek.
The black aura surrounding him evaporated under the heavenly brilliance.
Its corruptive power rapidly weakened as though it were being erased from existence itself.
Dario’s face instantly turned pale.
He could feel the power that had sustained him disappearing.
His confidence...
His final hope...