nucmednet Chapter 268: One Sword to End All Resistance
Chapter 268: One Sword to End All Resistance
One Sword to End All Resistance
Leon slowly walked over while holding the First Mist Immortal Sword. The playfulness in his expression gradually became obvious.
The dark-red world of the Martial Emperor Tomb seemed to fall silent with every step he took.
Above them, blood- colored clouds rolled endlessly across the sky like an ocean of crimson smoke. Beneath them stretched a boundless sea of blood, its waves crashing against ancient black rocks with dull, thunderous echoes. The entire space felt oppressive, as though the heavens themselves were watching the confrontation.
The midnight robes draped over Leon’s tall figure fluttered lightly in the cold wind. Thin amethyst embroideries shimmered faintly under the eerie red glow of the sky. His shoulder-length black hair danced behind him, and his purple eyes carried a calm confidence that made even the surrounding darkness seem insignificant.
Across from him, Dario stood frozen.
The moment the First Mist Immortal Sword appeared, all the confidence he had displayed earlier shattered completely.
His pupils trembled.
His breathing became uneven.
The arrogance that had allowed him to challenge everyone moments ago had vanished without a trace.
That sword...
Just looking at it made his soul instinctively tremble.
It was not merely a weapon.
It was a symbol.
A nightmare.
A divine existence that stood above countless Sacred Arts and treasures.
Dario wanted to retreat.
Every instinct in his body screamed at him to run.
Yet countless spectators were watching.
His pride would not allow it.
"Little old man, aren’t you quite brave? Why are you limping now?" Leon walked over teasingly.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
The words sounded casual, but they struck Dario harder than any blade.
At this moment, Dario’s expression seemed to be saying, Don’t come over.
Several experts watching from afar nearly burst out laughing.
The contrast was simply too great.
Moments ago, Dario had looked invincible.
Now he looked like a frightened beast cornered by a hunter.
"Damn it!"
Dario clenched his teeth.
His retreating footsteps suddenly stopped.
The veins on his forehead bulged violently.
He knew there was no escape.
No matter how far he ran, the First Mist Immortal Sword would eventually reach him.
"So what if it’s an immortal sword? I’m going all out today."
Dario shouted domineeringly.
The roar echoed throughout the blood sea.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes.
The expression was terrifying.
Almost desperate.
Leon narrowed his eyes slightly.
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
The atmosphere around Dario suddenly changed.
His body began trembling.
The final restraint within him shattered.
The last barrier protecting his mind completely collapsed.
At that moment, Dario finally abandoned everything.
Reason.
Dignity.
Humanity.
All of it.
His eyes instantly turned blood-red.
The strange source hidden within his body erupted violently the moment he lowered his guard.
Boom!
Black energy exploded outward.
The surrounding air twisted.
The blood sea beneath them surged violently.
A terrifying aura spread across the battlefield.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Bones shifted.
Muscles expanded.
His body began mutating before everyone’s eyes.
The once-human figure transformed into a rugged monster covered in dark scales and writhing black mist.
The sight sent chills through countless observers.
"He’s completely lost control."
"He gave up his humanity."
"What terrifying corruption is this?"
Shock filled every face.
Even powerful experts instinctively frowned.
Dario slowly raised his head.
His twisted face no longer resembled that of a human.
Yet madness burned within those crimson eyes.
He said angrily, "Leon, I’ll let you die without a grave today..."
The ominous aura covered the heavens and the earth, dyeing the world red.
His gaze locked onto the First Mist Immortal Sword.
There was greed.
Obsession.
Madness.
And desperate longing.
If he could kill Leon and seize the sword, he might regain control over himself.
If he failed...
Death awaited him.
Since the outcome was already decided, why not gamble everything?
Realizing his heresy, Leon frowned and said, "Huh? Have you given up on yourself?"
His voice was calm.
Almost disappointed.
For a brief moment, Leon studied him carefully.
Then understanding dawned.
The corruption had already consumed too much of Dario’s soul.
Even if he survived today, he would never truly return.
The path before him had already reached its end.
The blood-red wind continued howling across the battlefield.
Far away, countless cultivators watched nervously.
Nobody dared blink.
Nobody dared speak.
At the same time, Tobias and Sirius stopped fighting and looked over.
Their battle had instantly become irrelevant.
Compared to the confrontation unfolding now, everything else seemed insignificant.
More and more people gathered around, waiting for this shocking battle.
Many expected a devastating clash.
After all, Dario was a pseudo Pinnacle Realm expert.
Even corrupted, he possessed terrifying power.
Surely Leon would need to exert some effort.
Surely the battle would shake the Martial Emperor Tomb.
Yet Leon merely sighed softly.
His purple eyes remained calm.
No excitement.
No nervousness.
No killing intent.
Only certainty.
Dario felt insulted.
That calm expression enraged him more than any mockery.
"Do you look down on me?" he roared.
The black mist around him exploded outward.
The blood sea beneath him erupted.
Thousands of blood-red waves rose into the sky.
The monstrous pressure swept through the entire battlefield.
Many spectators were forced backward.
Some even turned pale.
Yet Leon remained motionless.
His midnight robes fluttered gently.
The First Mist Immortal Sword released a faint hum.
A single sword cry echoed through heaven and earth.
Instantly—
The violent pressure vanished.
The monstrous aura weakened.
Even the blood-red world seemed to become quieter.
Dario’s expression changed.
Fear appeared again.
The same fear he had desperately tried to suppress.
His heart sank.
For the first time, he truly understood the difference between them.
It wasn’t a matter of cultivation.
It wasn’t a matter of techniques.
It wasn’t even a matter of talent.
They existed on entirely different levels.
Leon looked at him quietly.
"Dario."
The sudden call made him freeze.
"For countless years, people chased power believing it would save them."
Leon slowly raised the First Mist Immortal Sword.
"But power without a heart only creates monsters."
The sword light reflected within Dario’s blood-red eyes.
"You lost long before this battle began."
The words struck him like thunder.
"Shut up!"
Dario roared furiously.
His entire body exploded forward.
Black mist filled the sky.
The sea below churned violently.
Like a demon escaping from hell, he charged toward Leon with everything he had.
The battlefield trembled.
The heavens shook.
Countless spectators widened their eyes.
Then—
Leon moved.
His movements were so simple they almost seemed ordinary.
No grand Sacred Art.
No overwhelming display.
No lengthy preparation.
He merely raised the First Mist Immortal Sword.
Then gently swung it.
Leon waved his hand gently, and a sword energy crossed the sea and slashed towards Dario.
In an instant, the sky lit up and the sea surface churned.
A single sword beam illuminated the blood-red world.
It was beautiful.
Pure.
Perfect.
Everything else seemed to disappear before it.
The monstrous black mist was instantly split apart.
The raging sea calmed.
The heavens fell silent.
That seemingly soft and powerless strike instantly cut Dario’s body into two.
"This..."
"He can’t even fight back..."
For a moment, everyone was shocked and silent.
Their minds went blank.
Nobody had expected this outcome.
Nobody had imagined the gap would be so absolute.
Even Tobias stood speechless.
Even Sirius forgot to breathe.
Even a Pseudo- Pinnacle Realm could not withstand a light strike from an immortal sword?
The answer now stood before everyone.
No.
He could not.
Leon slowly put away his sword.
He only used one strike and put away First Mist.
It was as if he already knew the outcome.
There was no triumph on his face.
No satisfaction.
Only calm acceptance.
The battle had ended before it truly began.
Dario looked down at his body.
For a brief moment, clarity returned to his eyes.
The madness faded.
The corruption weakened.
He seemed to understand everything.
His lips trembled slightly.
Perhaps he wanted to say something.
Perhaps he wanted to regret.
Perhaps he wanted another chance.
But fate gave him none.
Dario’s rugged body had already been cut in half by First Mist. Black blood immediately spewed out and flowed into the deep sea.
"No..." With a tearing roar, Dario’s body finally disintegrated and shattered.