Grand Return System

Chapter 267: The Sword That Illuminated the Forsaken Domain

The Sword That Illuminated the Forsaken Domain

Then slowly turned toward her.

A playful smile appeared.

"Senior Sister, how do you know If I can’t do it without trying?"

His grin widened.

"Please."

"I’m super fierce."

For a second—

The tension shattered.

Maya’s face instantly turned red.

"You...!"

She glared at him.

The terrifying battlefield around them suddenly felt absurd.

Why was he still joking?

Why now?

"Why are you still joking at a time like this?"

Her voice carried both annoyance and helplessness.

Leon laughed softly.

"Haha..."

Then his expression became gentler.

For a brief moment, the playful smile disappeared.

He gave her a reassuring look.

One that silently told her not to worry.

"Senior Sister."

"Just stand at the side and watch."

His voice was calm.

Steady.

Confident.

"Remember to stand further away."

Then he added with a grin.

"Be careful not to get blood all over you."

"That would be bad."

Maya froze.

Then rolled her eyes.

What kind of sentence was that?

Why did it sound so strange?

Was he talking about himself?

Or was he talking about Dario?

Judging from Leon’s expression...

There was only one possible answer.

And that answer made her simultaneously annoyed and worried.

"Arrogant fool..."

She muttered under her breath.

Yet the corner of her lips unconsciously lifted.

Leon didn’t respond.

Instead, he turned away.

His attention returned to the battlefield.

To Dario.

To the monster waiting below.

Step.

Step.

Step.

He slowly descended from the sky.

The red sea reflected his figure.

The black heavens hung above him.

The entire world seemed strangely silent.

Everyone watched.

Nobody dared interrupt.

Eventually—

Leon arrived at sea level.

Standing directly opposite Dario.

Only a few hundred meters separated them.

One radiated pure sword intent.

The other radiated corruption and madness.

Their eyes met.

The atmosphere instantly became suffocating.

Leon examined him from head to toe.

Then sighed.

"It’s only been a few days."

"How did you become like this?"

His tone sounded genuinely curious.

Unfortunately—

Those words were like pouring oil onto a fire.

Dario’s face immediately darkened.

His blood pressure nearly exploded.

Become like this?

Who caused it?

Who humiliated him repeatedly?

Who shattered his pride?

Who forced him into desperation?

The answer was standing right in front of him.

The veins on his forehead bulged violently.

The black aura around him surged.

"You don’t know?"

His voice trembled with fury.

"You really don’t know?"

Leon blinked.

That reaction only made things worse.

Dario’s killing intent exploded.

Enraged, he looked coldly at Leon and said,

"Kid, you came at the right time."

"Today, we will settle our old and new grudges together."

His eyes glowed crimson.

"Today, I will repay you a hundredfold for the humiliation you gave my Sky Breaker Academy."

The sea beneath him erupted.

The sky darkened further.

The strange source roared like a living creature.

Yet Leon merely smiled.

"Oh?"

A meaningful smile appeared on Leon’s face.

"Who gave you the courage?"

Dario’s expression twisted.

The strange aura around him surged violently.

Yet Leon remained completely relaxed.

He slowly raised his right hand.

The space above his palm suddenly rippled.

Like a stone disturbing the surface of a still lake.

An instant later—

A brilliant sword slowly emerged from thin air.

Its silver blade materialized piece by piece beneath countless shocked gazes, as though it had stepped directly out of another world.

The entire battlefield held its breath.

A clear sword cry echoed across heaven and earth.

The moment Leon grasped the hilt—

BOOM!

An overwhelming sword intent erupted across the sea.

The world shook.

An incomparably pure sword intent exploded across the battlefield.

The red sea churned violently.

Gigantic waves rose into the heavens.

The black sky split apart.

Even the Martial Emperor Tomb itself began trembling.

An ancient immortal aura slowly seeped into the world.

Pure.

Noble.

Eternal.

It was as though a forgotten ruler had awakened.

Countless cultivators felt their knees weaken.

Their souls trembled.

Someone screamed.

"F*ck..."

"This is... an immortal sword?"

Instantly—

The entire battlefield exploded into chaos.

The dark sky stained by corruption began recovering.

The strange source retreated.

The black aura weakened.

Golden light returned to the heavens.

Everyone stared blankly.

Nobody expected Leon to possess such a weapon.

Not even Hektor.

After stabilizing himself from his injuries, Hektor flew upward again.

When he finally saw the sword in Leon’s hand—

His eyes widened.

"This guy actually has an immortal sword?"

Disbelief covered his face.

He thought he already understood Leon.

Clearly, he was wrong.

The young man had hidden far more than anyone realized.

The moment the First Mist Immortal Sword appeared—

The battlefield’s balance completely shifted.

Ordinarily—

A treasure of this level would trigger madness.

Greed.

Bloodshed.

But not today.

Not here.

Not against Leon.

Everyone’s thoughts were surprisingly similar.

Are you insane?

Covet his sword?

Do you have a death wish?

The man himself was already a Pinnacle Realm expert.

Now add an immortal sword.

That wasn’t opportunity.

That was suicide.

Even Sirius quietly swallowed.

Even Tobias fell silent.

Even the strongest experts present avoided looking too greedily.

Because they all understood one thing.

Some treasures were meant to be admired.

Not stolen.

Across the battlefield—

Dario’s smile vanished.

Completely.

His expression froze.

The strange source within him trembled.

For the first time—

Fear appeared in his eyes.

The black aura surrounding him visibly weakened.

"This..."

His voice cracked.

"This is impossible."

The immortal sword’s aura directly suppressed the strange source.

It was like darkness meeting the sun.

Like evil meeting judgment.

Like corruption meeting purification.

The very foundation of Dario’s strength was being restrained.

Panic finally appeared.

Real panic.

Meanwhile—

Leon held the sword casually in one hand.

A warm smile rested on his face.

Then he began walking forward.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Slowly.

Calmly.

As if taking a leisurely stroll.

Yet every step caused Dario’s heart to sink further.

The smile on Leon’s face grew increasingly meaningful.

Like a farmer examining livestock.

Like a hunter approaching trapped prey.

Like someone looking at a pig that had been carefully raised for an entire year.

It was time to kill it after raising it for a year.