“It was you who killed my son! Give me your life!” Lucas Collins roared, his Windspirit Blade glowing fiercely as he slashed towards Leo.
A sword light, dozens of meters long and filled with immense anger, swept towards Leo.
Arthur Watts, standing behind Leo, turned pale instantly.
Leo remained calm and did not dodge.
As the blue sword light was about to strike Leo, a powerful aura erupted from within him, and he punched out.
A giant fist formed from spiritual power collided with the blue sword light.
With a terrifying crash, both the sword light and the fist vanished, and the powerful shockwave knocked Arthur Watts to the ground.
“He blocked Lucas Collins’ attack with just one punch!?”
The surviving Cultivators widened their eyes in disbelief.
“Something’s wrong. His aura feels stronger than Lucas Collins!” one Cultivator exclaimed in shock.
“Could he have been hiding his true cultivation level!?”
Elder Noah and Elder Archie exchanged glances, their expressions growing serious.
When Leo had deliberately drawn three Demon General-level Stormfire Wolves earlier, his displayed strength had already made Noah and Archie suspicious.
They hadn’t expected that the intensity of Leo’s aura now would be on par with Lucas Collins!
“Leo, your cultivation…” Arthur Watts, sitting on the ground, stared at Leo in astonishment.
Leo smiled calmly and explained, “I was hiding my cultivation before.”
“What’s your cultivation level?”
“Peak Upper Spirit King.”
“Peak Upper Spirit King!?” Arthur Watts gulped.
Leo appeared to be around the same age as him, yet Arthur was only at the peak of Upper Spirit General, while Leo was at the peak of Upper Spirit King. The difference between them spanned two major realms: Spirit Venerable and Spirit Sect!
At Leo’s age, such cultivation was something only the genius disciples of top sects could achieve.
“Leo, you’re truly a genius in spiritual cultivation!” Arthur Watts said in awe after his initial shock.
Lucas Collins closed the distance between himself and Leo. Feeling the aura emanating from Leo, he spoke coldly, “You killed my son. I don’t care who you are; today, you will die!”
With that, Lucas Collins flashed forward, wielding his Windspirit Blade towards Leo.
Leo wasn’t afraid of a madman. He extended his right hand, and with a thought, the Dragon Sword appeared in his grasp.
A majestic dragon’s roar echoed through the valley.
“The sword in his hand…”
“What powerful sword intent!”
“He must be a Swordmaster at the peak of Upper Spirit King. That’s terrifying!”
The remaining Cultivators quickly distanced themselves from Leo. They didn’t want to die needlessly in the ensuing battle.
In the Awakened Continent, Swordmasters were powerful because they could condense sword intent.
Only Cultivators who could condense sword intent could be called Swordmasters.
Although Lucas Collins used a sword, he couldn’t be called a Swordmaster because he couldn’t condense his own unique sword intent.
Feeling the astonishing sword intent from Leo, Lucas Collins’ pupils contracted.
But driven by grief and rage, he no longer cared about the consequences; he only wanted to kill Leo.
Lucas Collins guessed that Leo might have a powerful background, but his only son couldn’t die in vain!
After killing Leo, he planned to eliminate everyone here so that no one would know what had happened.
Leo stepped forward, holding the Dragon Sword as he charged at Lucas Collins.
In an instant, they clashed, blue and icy white sword lights intertwining in the valley.
Within a few breaths, they exchanged over ten moves, their sword energy carving deep scars into the ground.
The Cultivators tried to stay as far away as possible but didn’t leave entirely. Battles between experts were rare, and they wanted to observe and learn.
Soon, Leo and Lucas Collins took their fight to the sky, their sword lights interweaving without a clear victor.
Elder Noah and Elder Archie looked up in amazement.
Leo’s combat strength not only matched Lucas Collins but even gave him a slight advantage.
Leo’s cultivation was at the peak of Upper Spirit King, while Lucas Collins was at Lower Spirit Saint. The difference between them was a major realm.
“The lord fought too hard against the wolf king and got injured. Plus, the effects of his elixir are wearing off. Otherwise, killing that kid wouldn’t be difficult.” Elder Archie tried to rationalize it.
After a hundred moves, there was an explosive sound as both retreated several steps in mid-air.
Lucas Collins’ face turned red as he spat out blood.
Fear flickered in his bloodshot eyes.
He could feel the elixir’s effects fading. If he didn’t kill Leo soon, he would be in danger.
Lucas Collins channeled more spiritual power into his Windspirit Blade and unleashed his ultimate move-Windspirit Nine Slashes!
Nine blue sword lights, each dozens of meters long, slashed towards Leo from different directions.
Leo sneered. “That move won’t work on me. If you weren’t injured, you might stand a chance. But now that you’re hurt, let’s end this with one decisive strike!”
Leo infused domineering spiritual power into the Dragon Sword.
A resounding dragon’s roar echoed!
A domineering thunder dragon sword light rose from the Dragon Sword.
At that moment, it seemed like thunder filled the sky and earth.
As the nine blue sword lights neared Leo, he gripped his sword with both hands and slashed down.
The thunder dragon sword light shattered the incoming blue sword lights effortlessly.
In an instant, Leo disappeared and reappeared right in front of Lucas Collins.
They were less than two meters apart.
In Lucas Collins’ terrified eyes, Leo’s Dragon Sword pierced through his dantian, its tip emerging from his lower back.
Blood gushed from Lucas Collins’ mouth like a fountain.
He tried to speak but could only move his blood-soaked lips without uttering a word.
With a swift pull of his right hand, Lucas Collins’ body fell freely to the ground.
With a thud, his body hit the ground like a pile of mud.
“Lucas Collins was actually killed!?”
The Cultivators watching were stunned beyond belief as they looked at Lucas Collins’ lifeless body on the ground.
They knew that even though Lucas Collins was injured in his fight with the wolf king, he was still a powerful Spirit Saint. He had ruled Clearwind Town for decades with great renown. Now he had died at the hands of an unknown young man.