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.
