novelraw Chapter 200: Blood-Colored Sword Domain
Chapter 200: Blood-Colored Sword Domain
Blood-Colored Sword Domain
That was the second move of the Font Sword Art.
Sky Split Strike.
This was the first time Leon had used it since he learned it.
High above the burning battlefield, his black robes fluttered violently beneath the storm while purple sword intent spiraled endlessly around him like dragons dancing through the clouds. The massive blood-colored sword above his head trembled softly, releasing waves of terrifying pressure that distorted the surrounding space itself.
Leon’s heartbeat slowly quickened.
Not from fear.
But excitement.
A pure swordsman’s excitement.
The Font Sword Art was an absolute sword of life and death. Every strike carried the intent to sever heaven and earth itself. It was not a sword technique made merely for battle.
It was created to kill.
To dominate.
To stand above all swords beneath the heavens.
Leon condensed a soaring sword energy with just two fingers.
In an instant, all the vegetation within a hundred miles moved.
The ancient forest below shook violently.
Leaves rose into the sky.
Broken stones floated upward unnaturally.
Even the raging flames released by the Inferno Swift Bird seemed to distort under the influence of that terrifying sword intent.
A purple glow illuminated the dark heavens.
Sword cries echoed endlessly through the battlefield.
Clang—
Clang—
Clang—
It sounded as though millions of invisible swords were resonating together beneath the sky.
"Unbelievable..."
A white-haired elder from a distant Powerful Sect stared upward blankly.
His lips trembled unconsciously.
"What kind of sword is that? Why do I have the feeling that this sword only exists in the sky, one that does not belong to the mortal world?"
The surrounding crowd looked at the lone figure above their heads in complete shock.
The pressure from Leon’s sword intent pressed against their souls heavily.
Some weaker cultivators could barely breathe.
Others instinctively stepped backward.
Even the experts present felt chills run through their spines.
"That purple sword intent..."
Someone muttered softly.
"It feels alive."
"It’s like the sky itself is screaming."
The atmosphere grew heavier with every passing second.
Leon slowly floated there in silence.
His long black hair danced wildly beneath the crimson storm clouds while his purple eyes remained calm and focused entirely on the Inferno Swift Bird.
At that moment...
He truly resembled a Sword Monarch descending into the mortal world.
"Could this be the legendary Sacred Art?"
One elder exclaimed in disbelief.
"I didn’t expect his swordsmanship to have reached such a level."
Another cultivator swallowed hard before speaking.
"This sword alone is enough to become a god!"
"No..."
A middle-aged sword cultivator stared upward with burning eyes.
"That isn’t merely swordsmanship anymore."
"That is a true sword path."
His voice trembled slightly.
The surrounding cultivators nodded instinctively.
Even those who disliked Leon could not deny the terrifying beauty of that sword.
It was overwhelming.
Elegant.
Deadly.
Like a blooming flower beneath a sea of blood.
"I’m afraid the title of Sword Monarch will fall on his head."
Someone suddenly laughed nervously to ease the suffocating tension.
Another cultivator immediately responded excitedly.
"Purple Sword Monarch? It sounds very cool."
"Hahaha! It actually suits him perfectly."
"Purple Sword Monarch..."
Many people subconsciously repeated the title quietly.
And strangely enough...
The more they said it, the more fitting it sounded.
High above the battlefield, Leon naturally did not hear their discussions.
Or perhaps...
He simply did not care.
His focus remained entirely on the Inferno Swift Bird before him.
The terrifying beast spread its enormous wings across the heavens, endless inferno flames pouring from its body like a divine calamity descending upon the world.
Its eyes burned with fury.
A mere human...
Actually dared challenge it.
The Inferno Swift Bird let out another furious cry.
The flames surrounding its body exploded outward instantly.
Boom!
The entire sky turned crimson.
But Leon merely narrowed his eyes slightly.
Then—
He moved his fingers gently.
Buzz!
The blood-colored sword above his head instantly emitted a deafening sword cry.
After the sword energy condensed fully, the surrounding world began changing strangely.
For a moment...
A terrifying domain seemed to appear around Leon.
The sky turned blood-red.
Clouds darkened completely.
The world itself seemed submerged beneath endless killing intent.
It felt like stepping into an ancient battlefield soaked in blood and corpses.
The air became heavy.
Cold.
Oppressive.
Some cultivators below suddenly felt their knees weaken.
Others widened their eyes in horror.
"This..."
"What is this pressure?"
A young cultivator from the unknown sect suddenly collapsed to the ground, sweating heavily.
His entire body trembled uncontrollably.
"I-I can’t breathe..."
Beside him, an elder’s expression changed drastically.
"It’s sword domain pressure!"
"What terrifying sword comprehension..."
"This young man... how old is he exactly?"
Even Fiona’s beautiful face turned pale slightly.
Her teal eyes stared at Leon without blinking.
At this moment...
The current Leon felt unfamiliar.
The calm and elegant young man from earlier had vanished completely.
Now—
He looked like an ancient sword deity awakened from slumber.
Dangerous.
Untouchable.
Her heartbeat unconsciously accelerated.
She did not understand why.
But she suddenly realized something terrifying.
If Leon wished...
Perhaps everyone present could die beneath that sword.
Jadis beside her inhaled sharply.
"This sword..."
Even he felt fear.
As a sage Realm expert, he understood more clearly than the others just how terrifying Leon’s current state truly was.
That sword intent...
Had already surpassed ordinary genius-level comprehension.
It was monstrous.
Absolutely monstrous.
On the other side of the battlefield, Magnus’ face had already become extremely ugly.
His eyes were bloodshot.
His fists clenched so tightly that blood dripped from his palms.
"No..."
He stared upward like a madman.
"No, impossible!"
Boom!
He suddenly punched the massive tree beside him violently.
The entire trunk shattered apart instantly.
Wood fragments exploded everywhere.
"How can he know such a sword technique?"
His voice sounded filled with unwillingness and jealousy.
That incompetent rage gradually pushed him toward madness.
He could not accept it.
Every single time Leon appeared...
Leon became stronger again.
More terrifying.
More untouchable.
Meanwhile, he himself remained trapped beneath that overwhelming shadow.
Max standing beside him instinctively took half a step backward.
He could clearly feel Magnus’ unstable emotional state now.
But honestly...
Even he felt shaken.
That sword...
Was simply too terrifying.
Above the battlefield, the purple sword intent around Leon became increasingly violent.
The clouds split apart.
The ground below cracked endlessly.
The ancient trees within hundreds of miles bent downward beneath the pressure.
Even the Inferno Swift Bird finally revealed caution in its eyes.
Its instincts warned it clearly.
That sword...
Could threaten its life.